Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

What you see is a festive red scene.

Flame-red lanterns were hung under the eaves, red silk covered every room, and there were golden vases and jade ornaments. Everything was decorated in place, and everyone's face was filled with joyful smiles.

Mo Xuan stood in front of the bridal chamber, looking at the bright red wedding dress he was wearing, his mind was dazed for a moment.

Yes, he is getting married today.

To be precise, she killed that man and pretended to be him to marry Qianqian.

Unfortunately, it was discovered by Qianqian.

With a creaky sound, he pushed the door open and walked in.

"go out."

The girl's voice was cold.

He slowly approached her, speaking in a gentle and calm tone:

"Qianqian, tonight is our wedding night."

"I told you to get out."

The girl's voice became a little colder. She sat on the edge of the bed, head lowered, arms wrapped around her knees, maintaining this position without moving from beginning to end. It was a defense, but it also made people feel her vulnerability.

Mo Xuan's heart ached slightly.

He walked over and wanted to hold her hand.

"Qianqian..."

"Do not touch me."

The girl shook his hand off.

The coldness in the words seemed to freeze his heart.

He tightened his grip, watching the girl trying to draw a line between themselves and him, the darkness in his dark eyes slowly rolled, and finally, after the girl took a step back, he couldn't help but hold her hand tightly.

"Qianqian, he's dead!"

"It is I who married you, it is I who married you, I am your husband, forget him, be with me."

The girl struggled to break free from his hand and questioned him: "You killed him, you killed him, right..."

"Yes, I killed him."

Mo Xuan clenched her hands tightly. The girl's struggling strength was insignificant in front of him. He easily restrained her and even took advantage of her struggling strength to press her under him.

"Only if he dies can I get you."

He restrained her hands above her head and held them down with one hand.

"Qianqian, don't even think about seeking death. If you dare to follow him, I will seal his soul into the boundless purgatory, letting him endure the pain of burning in the fire for eternity without the possibility of reincarnation."

"You are mean!"

"I'm mean!"

Mo Xuan pinched the girl's chin with his hand and made her face him. His extremely dark eyes stared at the shackled girl under him, staring at the eyes covered by silk ribbons.

"I can do anything to get you."

"Qianqian, you are mine."

Tear, tear...

Pieces of clothes were thrown out from the curtains of the bed. The girl was crying and struggling, but she could not break free of the big hand that was holding her down, nor could she push away the man who was pressing on her.

"Mo Xuan, let me go!"

"I don't want to..."

The voice of resistance seemed to be blocked. The wedding room was filled with festive red. The big bed was surrounded by layers of red curtains, so the scene inside could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of red candles by the window burned until dawn...

……

After that night, the girl was depressed all day long.

Never gave him a smile again.

Later, he didn't know how she did it, Mo Chen's soul suddenly disappeared from that world, he could no longer control it, and the girl finally... jumped off the cliff in front of him.

"Qianqian!"

Mo Xuan woke up from his dream.

The scene of the girl jumping off the cliff seemed to be still in front of me.

She left him forever.

"Um...what's wrong?"

Lan Qian moved slightly in his arms. Her eyes did not open in a state of half-asleep and half-awake, but her hands unconsciously held him.

Mo Xuan calmed himself down.

I slowly breathed a sigh of relief when I realized it was just a dream.

"Qianqian, I just had a dream."

He whispered, unable to help but hold her tighter.

"What dream?"

"I dreamed that you were going to marry someone else, and then..." He paused, "I killed him and pretended to be him to marry you."

"Silly, why would I marry someone else?"

The girl murmured unconsciously and fell asleep again.

Mo Xuan looked at the girl sleeping peacefully in his arms, and his fingers couldn't help but touch the girl's beautiful sleeping face, from the delicate eyebrows to the bright red lips, his fingertips were full of tenderness, depicting carefully bit by bit.

Yes, how could his Qianqian marry someone else.

He is Mo Chen, and Mo Chen is him.

No matter what the outcome was, she was still marrying him.