Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

the next day.

Lan Qian was leaning on the chaise longue, thinking about how to approach Mo Chen in this world. From what she saw yesterday, although Mo Chen currently obeyed her due to her status as a princess, his attitude towards her was still very repulsive.

It was because the original owner had always treated him harshly in the past two months.

Ugh……

She sighed secretly.

He turned his body slightly to the side and changed his leaning position.

Suddenly, Lan Qian seemed to sense something, her eyes moved, her beautiful eyelashes like butterfly wings drooped slightly, and her lips slightly opened:

"Mo Chen."

As soon as she finished speaking, a young man in black appeared in front of her from nowhere.

"Ninth Princess."

The young man lowered his head slightly and spoke in a cold voice.

Lan Qian raised her eyes and looked at him. The man was still dressed in black like yesterday, but the smell of blood on his body had faded a lot, almost imperceptible. It seemed that he had taken medicine last night.

But this attitude is still very cold.

As she thought about this, her eyes fell on the fruit plate next to her.

"Peel the grapes for me."

The man seemed stunned, but did not move.

Such a mission... shouldn't be done by a secret guard.

Lan Qian was not in a hurry. She leaned sideways on the chaise longue, supporting her head with one hand. Occasionally she raised her eyes to look at him and spoke slowly, "Why, you don't want to listen to me?"

"My subordinates dare not."

Mo Chen's voice was flat.

He took two steps forward, half-knelt on his right knee, and reached out to take a grape from the fruit bowl on the small table next to him. His hands had some calluses from years of holding swords, but his fingers were long and beautiful with distinct joints.

Although he was a secret guard, Mo Chen had no difficulty doing these delicate tasks. Soon, the outer skin of the plump purple grapes was carefully peeled off, revealing the crystal clear and juicy flesh, which made people want to swallow it in one bite.

There was a clean empty plate next to the fruit plate. Mo Chen was about to put the peeled grape in it when he heard Lan Qian speak at the right time.

"feed me."

Mo Chen paused as he was holding the grapes.

"Princess, this..."

"Why, you want to disobey orders?"

Lan Qian was neither hurried nor slow.

"...I don't dare."

After a slight hesitation, Mo Chen still put the grapes in his hand to the girl's mouth. Lan Qian looked at the man with no emotion on his face, but his hands had to do things that had nothing to do with the duties of a secret guard.

She opened her mouth and let Mo Chen put the grapes into her mouth.

It is not known whether it was intentional or unintentional, but while biting the grape, the girl also gently bit the man's finger. Mo Chen's fingertips paused slightly, and then quickly withdrew.

He lowered his head and looked at the fingertips.

There seems to be a circle of very faint teeth marks on it.

"Your Highness," he lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a flat tone, "My hands and feet are heavy, and I am afraid that I can't serve you well. If the princess wants to eat grapes, why not let the palace maid come and serve you."

Lan Qian slowly ate the grape in her mouth, and then her beautiful ink-like eyes looked at him again, with a hint of willful starlight in them.

"But I just want you to feed me."

She suddenly found that the identity of a princess was quite useful.

At least, he couldn't resist.

Hearing this, Mo Chen was silent for a moment before speaking:

"Yes."

Never mind, it's just a different way of tormenting him.

He continued to peel the grapes, and used his slender fingers to feed the peeled grapes one by one into the girl's mouth. However, unlike the first time, he was very careful not to touch her or be bitten by her again when feeding her.

Seeing this, Lan Qian felt a little bit sorry.

How did you become smart so quickly?

Having already eaten half a bunch of grapes, Lan Qian didn't want to eat any more. She moved her numb legs and said to Mo Chen:

"My legs are sore, give me a massage."

Perhaps knowing that his objection was useless, Mo Chen said nothing. After hesitating for a short moment, his bony hands gently placed on the girl's calves, kneading them gently.

It was still summer and the girl was not wearing much. When he put his hand on her, Mo Chen could feel the warmth coming from her body through two thin layers of clothes.

This was the first time he touched a girl like this.

But there was no feeling of rejection.

The man's hand paused and his ears turned slightly red.

"Hey, be gentle."

The girl seemed to be pinched and hurt, and couldn't help but make a sound. The sound was not so much indulgent as... more like a feeling of coquettishness.

behave in a spoiled manner?

She is indeed a willful princess.

Moody.

Mo Chen's gaze lingered on the calf he was rubbing. The girl's legs were so slender that he could break them with just a little force.

Even though he was thinking this, he used less force.