Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

The girl under him had skin whiter than snow, pure and elegant, an exquisite and stunning face that was perfect without a single flaw, and her long snow-white hair naturally spread across the bed, making her look holy and otherworldly, extremely beautiful.

"Qianqian..."

Mo Xuan slowly lowered his head and kissed the lips he had been longing for.

The girl's lips are very soft and sweet. Once touched, you will never want to let go. The two lips are pressed tightly together, rubbing against each other bit by bit. After tasting the initial taste, the man begins to slowly explore inside, wantonly absorbing the girl's sweetness.

"Well……"

Lan Qian felt like she was having trouble breathing, so she changed from holding the man’s hands to pushing him unconsciously.

But those hands were easily clasped at both sides.

Then, black mist slowly appeared between the snow-white wrists, and the black mist tightly wrapped around the girl's hands in circles, and then slowly spread towards the bed frame above her head until she was tied to the bed frame.

"That's how you behave."

The man looked at the girl with her hands tied with satisfaction. The black evil spirit was wrapped around her snow-white skin. The girl wanted to break free, but was entangled tighter by the black mist, as if between purity and evil, the pure white was being tainted by darkness.

A big hand greedily wandered over the girl's body, touching almost every part of her body. Finally, the hand came to her waist, which was so slender that it could be grasped, and untied the knot of her belt bit by bit...

The curtains on the bed slowly fell down, and pieces of clothes were thrown out from the curtains one by one, slowly falling to the ground.

Lan Qian only felt that a familiar soul breath was getting closer and closer. The breath almost completely enveloped her, making her slowly relax. Even her heart seemed to be less painful. Suddenly, she couldn't help but open her tightly closed eyes.

But before she could see clearly what was happening, a delicate silk ribbon fell down and gently covered her eyes.

Can't see anything.

She was stunned for a moment.

However, the man on her body and the strangeness in her body had already made her understand what was happening between them.

……asshole.

Just like to take advantage of others' misfortunes.

Her hands were still tied.

"Mo Xuan, you..."

"Shh..." The man gently placed his slender fingers on the girl's lips. He looked at the girl who was completely trapped under him. His deep eyes were like an unfathomable pool. "Qianqian, do you remember what you said to me just now?"

"What did I...say?"

Lan Qian was a little confused.

She had just been sleeping. Did she talk in her sleep?

Mo Xuan had been staring at every subtle expression on the girl's face. Seeing the girl's reaction, he smiled gently, but there was no trace of smile in his deep purple eyes. Instead, they were so deep and dark that it was a little weird.

"Don't you remember?"

"What a shame... Qianqian even said she wanted to marry me."

The man seemed to sigh.

There was even a hint of regret in his tone.

"Really?"

Lan Qian questioned aloud.

Why does she feel that it is not very credible?

In this situation...why doesn't it seem like she said she wanted to marry him?

"Do you like it?"

The man slowly approached her ear, then he leaned over, and his long black hair fell on the girl's white hair, the white hair and black hair intertwined, inseparable.

Just like them at this moment.

He leaned very close to her, and as he spoke, his teeth gently rubbed her smooth snow-white neck.

"Do you like me doing this to you?"

"I……"

He suddenly gently held her small earlobe in his mouth.

Lan Qian's body trembled suddenly.

"It seems like he likes it."

The man smiled.

He looked at the girl under him, her eyes covered with delicate ribbons, like a piece of pure white paper, making people want to dye them with their own color, and he... was dyeing them with his color.

……

The sky outside was bright and dark, dark and bright. After an unknown amount of time, the big bed surrounded by layers of curtains finally became motionless, but something seemed to appear on Mo Chen's body.

That thing looked like a purple ball of light, with a faint purple light all around it.

Then, the purple ball of light split into two.

Half of it returned to Mo Xuan's body, and the other half was controlled by Mo Xuan and slowly merged into the girl's body.

"Qianqian."

He gently stroked the girl who had fainted from exhaustion, his slender fingertips touching the ribbon on the girl's eyes. Her deep purple eyes seemed to be filled with nostalgia, but more than that, there was a paranoia that was so crazy that it was frightening.

"Whether you remember or not..."

"From now on, you will never be able to leave me."