Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

"Are we..."

A secret sense of anticipation and joy arose in Mo Chen's heart.

Does Qianqian like him too?

That's why I planned what happened last night.

She doesn't hate him anymore? After all, if she really hates someone, how can she do such an intimate thing with him? Yes, Qianqian definitely doesn't hate him, she also... likes him.

In a short period of time, Mo Chen had thought about a lot of things.

He even thought about when to propose and what the wedding would be like. As soon as possible, the sooner the better. After the wedding, Qianqian would be his alone, and he and Qianqian would have a few more children... No, they should not have any more children. He only needed Qianqian.

Thinking about the beautiful future, he almost forgot that his hands were still handcuffed until the girl spoke again.

"The current head of the Lan Group, who was adopted by the Lan family since childhood, turned out to be treacherous and forced the helpless eldest daughter of the Lan family on a dark and windy night. Brother Mo Chen, what do you think of this story?"

A gentle voice, a teasing tone.

Mo Chen paused.

The joyful mood subsided a little.

"Qianqian hates me?"

"it's OK."

"Really?"

That bit of joy surged up again.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" Lan Qian did not answer him. Her beautiful eyes were shining with interest. "Brother Mo Chen did something like this. Naturally, he can no longer stay in the Lan Group."

"If I call the police, I might end up in jail."

The girl's words sounded half true and half false, more like a practical joke to scare him, but looking at those clear eyes full of interest, Mo Chen couldn't help but want to continue playing with her.

Then he slowly spoke:

"But it was Qianqian who came to me last night."

"Yes," Lan Qian looked at him leisurely, as if helpless, "I was kind enough to bring milk to Brother Mo Chen, but I didn't expect that Brother Mo Chen would become beastly and drag me into the room and even prepared handcuffs..."

"But it doesn't matter. I won't let Brother Mo Chen go to jail. After the truth is revealed, Brother Mo Chen will leave the Lan Group out of guilt and condemnation from the public, and his whereabouts will be unknown, but..."

She smiled.

The slightly raised smile is stunning and beautiful.

"No one knows that Brother Mo Chen was locked in the room by me."

She gently stroked the cold handcuffs that were handcuffing the man, and her white fingers slowly moved along the silver edge of the handcuffs, from the handcuffed wrist to the still clenched fist.

"What's wrong with Brother Mo Chen? Why is he holding it so tightly?"

A hint of doubt flashed across those beautiful eyes just right, as if she really didn't know what he was trying so hard to hide.

The slender white fingers slowly stroked over the clenched fist, as if a soft feather was brushing gently, which made me feel a little itchy.

"Qianqian, stop making trouble."

His grip tightened a little.

But the girl didn't listen to him. Not only did she not stop, but when she had enough fun, she also pried open her clenched fingers one by one.

"Brother Mo Chen's hands are really big."

"It's a pity that I'm cuffed and can't do anything."

She sighed regretfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's hand moved suddenly, and before she could react, he grabbed her hand that was still twisting his hand tightly.

"Help me untie it, Qianqian."

At some point, the man's cold voice became muffled, and the eyes that hadn't dared to look at her just now became extremely dark.

"No."

Lan Qian refused.

If we untie him at this time, we can easily imagine what the consequences will be.

"You are in charge of the Lan Group."

"No."

Such a big company, such hard work.

She doesn't want to care.

"Be good, Qianqian, untie it."

"Whatever you want, I'll grant you."

He coaxed.

Although his voice became softer, no emotion could be seen on that noble face. If it weren't for his deep eyes and tense body, no one would know his true hidden thoughts.

Lan Qian would not be seduced by him.

She seemed to think about it before slowly lowering her head.

"But what I want most now is to lock you up here."

Soft lips gently fell on his lips. One of Lan Qian's hands was grabbed, and the other one touched his chest. The warm fingertips first made a slow circle, and then slowly touched the abdominal muscles below...

"...Qianqian."

The man's body was tense, trying his best to endure it.

"Mo Chen, how many abdominal muscles do you have?"

The slender fingers moved down little by little and touched the first strong abdominal muscle. She seemed to be exploring the texture of the abdominal muscles, rubbing them in circles with her warm fingertips. The places where her fingers touched seemed to be on fire.

"Qianqian, please stop playing, okay?"

His voice became even hoarseer.

Because of his forbearance, sweat almost seeped out of his forehead.

"But I haven't had enough fun yet."

Lan Qian seemed to have discovered something interesting again. Her beautiful eyes stared at the man's slender neck, and her eyes lit up.

She slowly approached him, and her soft lips moved up from the white collarbone, placing gentle kisses on the man's slender neck, and finally, gently licked his Adam's apple.

"Don't...Qianqian."

The man's body tensed again.

He held her hand a little tighter.

Such a big reaction.

"Brother Mo Chen, please beg me."

She paused, raised her eyes and glanced at him slightly.

"Stop playing, Qianqian."

"Untie me."

His voice remained steady.

Unfortunately, the dark desire in those dark eyes could not be ignored.

"If you beg me, I'll stop."

He used to force her to beg him like this.

"Qianqian..."

The man still didn't say the word.

Lan Qian was not in a hurry. She leaned down again, got close to his neck, and then gently bit his Adam's apple with her teeth.

In an instant, the hand holding her tightened tightly.

"Clang" sound.

It was the sound of handcuffs.

At the same time, an extremely hoarse voice was heard.

"Please Qianqian."

Lan Qian raised her head and saw that the handcuffs that handcuffed him were stretched to the maximum extent. Even the bed frame on the other side was almost torn apart. Because of the excessive force, the man's wrist was almost bleeding.

"Mo Chen!"

She looked at his wrist distressedly.

He almost reached for the key to open the handcuffs, but when he saw the deep darkness in the man's eyes, he calmed down a little.

Well... not yet.

Otherwise, she would be miserable.

"Okay, I don't want to play anymore."

She got off him and wiped the sweat off his forehead considerately: "I'll go get you breakfast first."

In the end, Lan Qian did not uncuff him.

Mo Chen was left alone in the room, watching the girl leave without any reluctance. His handcuffed hands tightened and loosened, and his noble face could no longer maintain its usual calmness.

Suddenly, he seemed to smile.

Those dark eyes were filled with endless darkness.

"Qianqian..."