Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Mo Chen sat silently beside the bed.

The sleeping girl was unaware that someone had entered her room. He looked at the girl's delicate and beautiful face, his eyes falling on the girl's slightly frowned brows. The coldness in his eyes seemed to move slightly, and he slowly stretched out his hand.

The slender and beautiful fingers seemed to want to smooth the girl's brows, but halfway through, they suddenly paused.

It seemed as if he was also surprised by this subconscious action.

In the end, the hand did not touch the girl.

His fingers hesitated slightly, realizing that the action was a little too intimate, so he changed direction and moved his hand above the girl's lower abdomen which was naturally hanging when she slept, intending to take her pulse.

He did not touch the girl. The hand that was taking her pulse carefully mobilized an invisible magical power. The invisible force gently surrounded the girl's hand, and the soft white hand slowly rose with him.

His slender fingers rested on her wrist.

Feel the girl's pulse slightly.

The evil energy remaining in the wound was running wildly in the meridians, colliding with the girl's own spiritual energy in her meridians. The two were pulling and resisting each other, neither giving in, and the girl was the only one suffering.

He had long known that it was not easy to use spiritual springs to eliminate evil spirits, but the impact of the evil spirits was more serious than he thought.

After all, it is an ancient ferocious beast and should not be underestimated.

He already understood the girl's physical condition clearly. He retracted the fingers that were taking her pulse slightly, and used the magical power in his hand to support the girl's hand in the air, allowing her hand to slowly fall back to its original place.

The girl's brows were still slightly frowned.

The sleep was not peaceful.

Mo Chen moved his hand over her wound.

The soothing and gentle immortal power slowly flowed down from the palm of his hand, as if it was just like him, with a hint of unintentional coldness, but it melted into the girl's body like a warm current, warming the girl's meridians.

The two forces that were originally fighting against each other in the meridians seemed to suddenly sense something, and seemed to be suppressed by another more powerful force, and slowly calmed down.

The immortal power in his hand was slowly transmitted.

The girl's slightly frowned brows gradually softened.

Mo Chen stopped supplying immortal power only after the girl's body had completely calmed down. His eyes fell on the girl's quietly sleeping face. The hand that was supplying immortal power stayed in the air for a while, and finally was slowly retracted.

During the whole process, he kept a distance from the girl and did not touch her at all.

……

The girl was left in the room, sleeping quietly.

It was as if no one had been here.

Lan Qian, who had been sleeping, slowly opened her eyes.

She placed her hand gently on her injured chest, and her beautiful eyes unconsciously showed a hint of tenderness and smile.

For several days in a row, Lan Qian could feel Mo Chen guarding nearby when she was soaking in the spiritual spring, and when she fell asleep, he secretly used his spiritual power to warm her meridians, but he never appeared in front of her again.

I don’t know if it was because she said she liked him that day.

Even when she went to look for him, there was no one there.

"Your master seems to be avoiding me?"

After failing to find him again, Lan Qian was swinging on the swing under a spiritual tree out of boredom and started chatting with Xiaotuanzi casually.

[The master may not know how to respond to what you said that day,] Little Dumpling analyzed, [After all, with the master's personality, if it were someone else, the master might not even give the host the chance to say those words.]

[But that person is you, the host. Deep down in your heart, you definitely don’t want to refuse, but you haven’t made up your mind yet, so…]

He didn't show up these days.

Yet he couldn't help but secretly care about the host.

After going through so many worlds, the little dumpling knows a lot about his master and host, and can analyze everything clearly.

Lan Qian naturally didn't worry that Mo Chen would reject her.

But hiding from her...

She lowered her eyes, and a curve seemed to appear on the corner of her lips.

On this day, Mo Chen came to the room as usual to transfer his spiritual power to the sleeping girl. After a few days of care, the evil spirit in the girl's body had been eliminated a little, and she slept more soundly than in the previous few days.

The immortal power had been transferred, but he did not leave immediately like he did in the past few days. The beautiful girl was sleeping quietly. At some point, a strand of mischievous hair fell by her ear and onto her beautiful profile.

The slender fingers that were about to be retracted paused slightly, as if hesitating about something. After a few breaths, the hand finally slowly moved forward.

When he touched the girl's hair, his hand paused for a moment unconsciously, and no one knew what his cold and calm eyes were thinking. But then, he slowly and gently pinned the hair for the girl.

The hair has been pinned up, but the fingers that have completed the task seem to be lingering on something and are still lingering on the hair.

It's time to leave.

he thinks.

He slowly withdrew his fingers and was ready to leave.

But suddenly, his hand was grabbed by the girl.

"Immortal Lord?"

The girl looked surprised.

"Why are you here?"