Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

The top villa area in the city center.

This is a property under Mo Chen's name, right near the Mo Group, and it was also where he asked Lan Qian to move to last time.

I've been busy these days and haven't moved in yet.

"Qianqian, we're here."

The car stopped in front of the villa and Mo Chen woke up the sleepy girl.

Lan Qian slowly opened her hazy eyes.

The chaos in her mind made her unable to think normally, but the familiar breath made her unconsciously dependent on him, allowing the man to unbuckle her seat belt and carry her into the villa.

There was no one else in the villa.

The two went upstairs and entered the room.

"Mo Chen, I'm thirsty."

She tugged at his sleeve, her drunken voice soft and gentle.

"Be good, wait a moment." Mo Chen's eyes lingered on the bed and the sofa for a while, and he decided to put the girl on the sofa first, "I'll go get you some water."

He went downstairs to get some water and came back quickly.

"Qianqian, come and drink some water."

The cup of water was brought close to her lips, and Lan Qian drank the water from Mo Chen's hand. Although drunk, she was very well-behaved. After drinking the water, she sat quietly on the sofa, her butterfly-like eyelashes fluttering gently, her eyes pure and innocent, as if she was an angel who had accidentally fallen into the world.

The most beautiful picture in the world fell into the man’s deep black eyes.

It was also deeply imprinted in his heart.

"It's time to rest, Qianqian."

He moved his eyes down to her hand, and gently helped her take off the bracelet, fearing that it would hurt her delicate skin.

"Mo Chen..."

Lan Qian raised her eyes and looked at him.

Her consciousness was even more confused than it had been in the pavilion.

His vision became even more blurry.

But such a soft tone, and the obviously different intimacy in the girl's eyes, made the man's heart sink slowly.

"How much alike are I and him, Qianqian?"

It was a very low whisper that only he could hear.

He didn't know who that person was, and he had secretly investigated more than once, but still couldn't find any clues.

Mo Chen twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

I wanted to laugh, but found that I couldn't.

From the first time they met and looked into those pure eyes, he knew that she was seeing another person through him.

His abnormal instinct made it very easy for him to detect the purpose of everyone approaching him. He once thought it was a good thing, but for her, he wished he had never been so perceptive.

"Miss you...Mo Chen."

The drunk girl's speech was incoherent and illogical.

"Who is Mo Chen?" he asked, his usually cold tone slowly softening, like a ray of light in a maze, luring the girl forward, "Tell me, Qianqian, when you look at me... who are you thinking of?"

"Ok?"

The girl was a little confused and didn't understand why he asked that.

But she still answered him softly.

"Mo Chen is Mo Chen..."

She seemed sleepy and closed her eyes slightly.

But this answer obviously did not satisfy the man. He gently stroked the girl's eyes and his tone became softer, falling lightly into the girl's ears.

"Who is Mo Chen, huh?"

The girl slowly opened her hazy eyes.

Her beautiful eyes stared at him blankly, a little dazed.

The drunk girl had no ability to think. She just looked at the man in front of her. His appearance seemed different from the one in her memory, but the breath that had already penetrated into her soul was familiar and kind.

So she threw herself into his arms, just like she had done countless times in her memory.

"Mo Chen...it's you~"

But the man no longer hugged her like before.

There was a hint of confusion in the girl's eyes.

"Hold me~"

She rubbed her cheek gently in his arms, and her familiar and dependent tone was as gentle as if she was acting coquettishly, softer than ever before.

Unfortunately, it wasn't for him.

"Okay... hold you."

After a few seconds of silence, the man spoke calmly.

His hands slowly covered the girl's waist.

He lowered his head slightly, his dark eyes staring at the girl's drunken eyes. The darkness in his eyes seemed to be rolling faintly, and the deep dark color became thicker and thicker, like an endless dark abyss, unfathomable.

It seemed like an eternity before he spoke again.

The low voice was eerily gentle.

"Since it's me, then Qianqian should be able to accept that I will make you completely mine."

"Um……?"

The girl looked at him somewhat confused.

Her thoughts were in a mess and she had little understanding of this sentence.

The man smiled, a rare occurrence.

He held her with one hand and gently stroked the girl's confused eyes with the other hand, gentle and ambiguous.

"Qianqian agreed."

He slowly picked her up and walked quickly to the bed.

The girl in his arms was placed gently on the bed, as carefully as if she were fragile porcelain. The man leaned over naturally, and his dark eyes met her hazy gaze, deep and gloomy.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips gently.

The bright red lips were soft and sweet, just like the most delicious delicacy. He couldn't help but want to eat it in one bite, but he restrained himself and savored it carefully, almost wanting to indulge in it forever.

After a while, the man reluctantly separated.

During the whole process, the girl did not resist at all. Her hazy eyes were slightly open, revealing a hint of confusion, as if she was a little puzzled by the man's behavior.

Mo Chen's gaze paused.

Deep in the dark and deep eyes, there was a hint of hesitation.

But it was only for a moment.

"Qianqian,"

The warm fingertips gently touched the moistened lips, stroking them slowly, and the man's dark eyes were bottomless.

After caressing enough, the fingertips slowly moved down from the girl's lips, gently stroking her fair neck and delicate collarbone... Finally, they stopped at the soft waist, outlining the ribbon that outlined the girl's perfect waist shape.

The slender fingers pinched one side of the ribbon and gently pulled it apart...

"I will become the Mo Chen in your heart."

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