Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Before she knew it, the girl seemed to have fallen asleep.

To be honest, the girl was extremely beautiful. Her delicate little face seemed to be carefully carved in every detail without a single flaw. When she was asleep, she looked like a quiet and pure fairy, making it hard to desecrate her.

But such a fairy-like girl has a vicious heart. Thinking of the various unwarranted punishments he had suffered during this period of time, the aura around the man became a little cold.

He stood up to leave.

But somehow a corner of the clothes was caught in the girl's hand. He pulled it with his hands, trying to pull it back, but the girl was holding it too tightly. If he tried to pull the corner of the clothes out by force, he was afraid that he would wake her up.

And once she wakes up, she doesn't know what to do next.

Mo Chen thought for a moment and sat upright on the edge of the chaise longue.

He closed his eyes and waited quietly.

I don't know how long I waited. The sky gradually darkened and a breeze blew. The girl who was sleeping quietly seemed to be disturbed. She changed her sleeping position slightly and accidentally kicked the man's waist with her foot.

Mo Chen's body stiffened slightly.

He opened his dark eyes and saw the girl sleeping soundly on the couch, unaware of what he had done. His indifferent eyes slightly moved downwards, and the girl's small feet were resting on his waist.

The snow-white stockings and black clothes are intertwined, as if purity and evil are dyed together, but it makes the black even darker.

He lowered his eyes and reached out to hold the girl's calf.

Took some away.

But this slight movement woke the girl up.

"Is it so late already?" She seemed to have just woken up, looked at the already dim sky, rubbed her eyes dazedly, and then said to Mo Chen unceremoniously, "Carry me in."

Mo Chen had already stood up, his eyes lowered.

"I dare not overstep the line."

The chaise longue was under a big tree outside the bedroom, only a few steps away, but Lan Qian just wanted him to hold her.

"This is an order, carry me in."

Lan Qian's tone became a little harder.

But Mo Chen's face still had no expression: "Your Highness Princess is a princess, your subordinate..."

"Mo Chen, why are you——"

Before Lan Qian could finish her words, she suddenly covered her chest.

She felt waves of pain in her heart, and a sense of chest tightness and shortness of breath. She could clearly feel her heartbeat was much faster than before, "boom, boom, boom", as if it was about to jump out.

"Princess?"

Mo Chen looked up at her.

But she was seen covering her heart with one hand, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was enduring some pain.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he hugged her around the waist and walked towards the bedroom.

"Come here, call the imperial doctor."

"Need not."

Lan Qian spoke up to stop him, "It's just an old problem, it will be fine after taking medicine."

From the original owner's memory, she found the origin of the disease. When the original owner was seven or eight years old, a group of assassins came to the palace. Those assassins originally wanted to assassinate the emperor, but the protection around the emperor was too tight and they could not get close.

The assassin thought that since he couldn't kill the emperor, he could at least kill one of his children. It just so happened that the original owner went to find his father at that time, so naturally he became the unlucky child.

The original owner was stabbed in the heart with a sword.

Fortunately, the sword missed the target by a bit and the original owner's life was saved, but he also suffered from heart disease from then on.

She can't get angry or emotional.

Otherwise heart disease will occur.

Perhaps because of this incident, Emperor Yan doted on the original owner to the utmost, almost giving her whatever she wanted. All the other princes and princesses combined were probably not as favored as the original owner.

Mo Chen placed her on the bed, moving carefully.

"Where's the medicine?"

Before he was sent to protect her, he had heard that the little princess seemed to suffer from heart disease and had to take medicine with her all year round. However, in the past two months, he had never seen her sick, so he thought the rumor was wrong.

"In the brocade box over there."

Lan Qian pointed to the dressing table.

Mo Chen walked over quickly and opened the brocade box. Inside the box was an exquisite purse. He could smell the fragrance of medicine even before he opened it.

He took out the purse.

He took a pill from his purse and held it to her lips.

"Princess."

From beginning to end, this person's expression was no different from before, it was all indifferent, and there seemed to be no emotional change. One could only see a bit of urgency from the movement of feeding the medicine with his hands.

Lan Qian took the medicine and rested for a while.

I feel my heart gradually calming down.

Watching the girl getting better, Mo Chen held the purse of pills in his hand and couldn't help asking, "Did the imperial physician say how to treat the princess' heart disease?"

"What else can I do? I'll just take good care of it."

Considering the severity of the original owner's injuries, it was already good enough that his life was saved. However, even the best imperial physician in the palace could not cure this heart disease, and he could only be nursed back to health.

If it is well taken care of, it will be no different from ordinary people on weekdays.

Mo Chen lowered his eyes and stared at the purse in his hand.

After a while, he said, "The princess suffers from heart disease. She should not get angry on weekdays to protect her body. It is better to carry this medicine with her at all times."

Lest you sometimes be too late.

"You care about me?"

Lan Qian tilted her head to look at him, as if she was curious. "I have tortured you a lot during this period of time, and now you are still injured. Don't you hate me?"

"My subordinates dare not."

Mo Chen lowered his head, but his tone was calm.

"Don't dare... not want to."

Lan Qian's voice was gentle, without any blame or other meaning in it, but the more it was like this, the more Mo Chen couldn't help but look up at her. In fact, he had resentment before, but now...

The resentment that came from being tortured seemed to have faded a lot.

"I have no complaints against the princess."

The spoiled little princess, who is loved by everyone but also suffers from illness, may just be willful.

"So...you just care about me?"

The little princess seemed determined to get an answer.

Mo Chen lowered his eyes.

"Yes, I care about the princess."

He is her secret guard, and it is his duty to protect her.

It's only right to care about her...