Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

"I didn't expect that your strength would be... so strong, but don't be happy too soon." Sander on the ground sneered a few times, watching Mo Chen come out of the formation safely, and unwillingly tried to provoke him again.

"She is the purest blood race, and she has never looked down on those with inferior blood, not to mention you, a bastard with impure blood. Even if she stays with you for some purpose, she will never like you!"

Hearing Sander's words, Mo Chen's eyes narrowed.

The next moment, he had teleported in front of Sander. His pair of cold, blood-red eyes were filled with complete chillness and viciousness, and he looked at Sander as if he was looking at a dead person.

"You hurt her, damn it."

The silver sword pierced Sandor's heart.

Sandor looked down in disbelief, watching his chest being pierced, the corrosion of the silver sword instantly causing unbearable pain.

"How could you..."

How could Mo Chen touch silverware?

He couldn't believe that he was going to die so easily. He was a prince of the vampire clan, the most powerful prince of the vampire clan besides the queen. How could he be killed by a half-vampire whose bloodline was not even pure?

"Hahaha……"

"Mo Chen, I curse you to never get her!"

As this resentful curse dissipated in the wind, Sandor turned into a pile of black sand and disappeared completely. The other vampires watched in horror as their prince was killed and fled.

Mo Chen no longer cared about those minions.

At this moment, the only thing in his eyes was the girl running towards him.

"Mo Chen, are you okay?"

Lan Qian checked his body worriedly. The formation had caused the original owner to be badly injured. Mo Chen only had half of the vampire blood in his body, so there was no telling if he was injured anywhere.

After a careful examination, I was relieved to see that he was indeed not injured.

"Mo Chen?"

She looked up at the man who had been silent.

They were quite some distance away from each other, and Sandel deliberately lowered his voice, so Lan Qian did not hear what he said to Mo Chen.

She didn't know her identity had been exposed.

"What's wrong with you Mo Chen?"

Could it be that he suffered internal injuries?

She placed her hand on his pulse and was about to check again when the man suddenly hugged her waist.

"My Qianqian..."

He buried his head in her neck, and his voice, which was eerily gentle, brushed past her ears like a breeze.

"Tell me...how should I punish you?"

Lan Qian was somewhat confused by these inexplicable words. The man's mood also seemed a little off. But before she had time to figure it out, the man had teleported back to the carriage with her in his arms.

Then she was pressed down on the bed.

"Mo...Mo Chen."

She hadn't checked to see if he had any internal injuries.

With the sound of "ripping", the clothes were torn piece by piece. This time, Mo Chen seemed more anxious than before.

"Hush, Qianqian."

His tone was still gentle.

"You know, every time I transform into a vampire, I always need Qianqian." The soft silk ribbon tightly wrapped around the flawless white wrist until it was completely imprisoned. "This time... it's especially strong."

"Qianqian, don't you want to give it to me?"

The man looked at her under him. There seemed to be something hidden in the depths of his dark bloodshot eyes, but it was hard to see clearly.

Lan Qian stared at him carefully for a while, and there seemed to be nothing special in her eyes. Her blood-red eyes were deep and dark, and contained only the endless love and desire that she was familiar with.

"Yes, but..."

She always felt like something was being overlooked.

"That's good."

The man interrupted her.

He hugged her tighter little by little, his slightly cool lips rubbing against her snow-white neck. Where she couldn't see, the depths of his blood-red eyes slowly took on a strange dark color.

"I need Qianqian."

"I really need Qianqian."

……

The sky outside darkened and then brightened, then darkened again. Lan Qian didn't know how many times she had fainted. Even with the body of a vampire, she couldn't bear the sight of a man who had transformed into a vampire.

Later on, she fell into a complete coma.

When I woke up again, I was in a completely unfamiliar place.

Mo Chen was not around. She was lying on a soft bed, wearing only one of his coats. Lan Qian rubbed her waist and tried to get up. As soon as she moved, she felt something wrong with her ankle.

There was a beautiful chain wrapped around it.

Lan Qian: ...

Her gaze stayed on the chain for only a few seconds before she looked away without any interest, accepting the incident without any fluctuation.

It was the little dumpling who was very surprised.

[Host, why are you locked up in the dark room again? ]

Haven't the host and the master always been very loving in this life? There hasn't been any problem at all? It was just blocked for a few days, why did the master lock the host up again?

【What have you done these days? 】

It's so curious.

Did the host do it on purpose?

I remember the host once said...

"Tuanzi, what are you thinking about?"

Lan Qian promptly stopped the bad thoughts in the little dumpling's head. This dumpling seemed to be going further and further away in some aspects. It was better to block it so that it would not have to come out when there was nothing to do in the future.

【Hehe, nothing... nothing. 】

[Just curious.]

"Maybe your master likes it this way."

Lan Qian pushed the blame onto Mo Chen without hesitation. After all, in so many worlds, when had it not been Mo Chen who imprisoned her?

【But... maybe. 】

The little girl didn't dare to say it.

It thinks...the host actually likes it quite a bit too.