Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

Since that day, Mo Chen often accompanied Lan Qian.

But he was always cold, except when he looked at the girl, his eyes had a touch of tenderness. Apart from the kiss at Lingquan that day, he never crossed the line in his interactions with the girl, at most he would hug her.

Of course, Mo Chen would not let her face the pain of evil spirit alone again.

Lan Qian is no longer alone on her daily trip to Lingquan.

It was time to soak in the spiritual spring again. Mo Chen brought her to the spring. In order to avoid seeing what he shouldn't see, he put the girl down in his arms and closed his eyes as usual.

As he closed his eyes, a white band automatically appeared across his eyes, blocking his vision.

It's like this these days.

Lan Qian glanced at the white band covering his eyes and said nothing. She gently untied the knot of her belt with her slender white hands and took off her clothes one by one.

Although Mo Chen was blindfolded, his hearing was very good. The imperceptible sound of clothes falling to the ground and the extremely slight friction of the clothes sliding across the girl's snow-white skin were all clearly heard by his ears.

He knew very well what the girl, who was only one step away from him, was doing.

The ears were stained with a hint of red.

The passionate kiss in the spiritual spring that day came to my mind again.

"Mo Chen?"

Suddenly he heard a girl's voice in his ears, and he suddenly came to his senses and realized that the girl had entered the spiritual spring.

"what happened to you?"

The girl didn't know what he was thinking about just now, and she spoke in confusion. Although he was thinking about the scene that day, his face was still calm and cold as usual. Hearing what she said, she just said calmly: "Nothing."

He half-knelt down and placed his hand on the girl's injured chest by feel, but was careful not to touch her.

Then slowly transfer the immortal power.

With Mo Chen's help, Lan Qian was basically no longer affected by the evil spirit. She looked at Mo Chen, who was concentrating on transferring his spiritual power to her, and tilted her head slightly. Her slender hands stirred up ripples in the water as if she was bored.

Why is this person still so cold?

If the band on his eyes were to be removed at this time, I wonder if other emotions would appear in his eyes.

Her fingers moved, and she was eager to try.

But just after he moved, Mo Chen seemed to have noticed something, and said in a cold and calm voice: "Qianqian, concentrate."

Lan Qian's hand paused, then she silently withdrew it.

...really sharp.

Time passed slowly, today's spiritual spring healing was completed, and Mo Chen also stopped supplying immortal power.

"Okay, that's enough for today."

He withdrew his hand.

But the girl was quiet and didn't respond.

Her breathing was even and slow, as if she had fallen asleep.

"Qianqian?"

He called again.

The girl still didn't respond. He could only feel her shallow and long breathing. The entire area around the spiritual spring was silent. As if Mo Chen was afraid of disturbing the girl, he waited for a while and finally confirmed that the girl was really asleep.

She fell asleep.

Right beside this spiritual spring, in front of him...

Mo Chen's body suddenly stiffened slightly.

His fingers moved unconsciously, but the next moment he seemed to realize something and retracted them slightly. This happened repeatedly, and his whole body seemed to be frozen, not moving at all.

I don’t know how long it took, but Mo Chen finally moved.

A wisp of pure white fairy power came out from his fingertips, gently wrapped around the girl's body like white fairy mist, and slowly lifted her up. When the girl came out of the water, the white fairy mist gradually transformed into a white dress.

The girl was carried by the magical power and slowly fell into his arms.

At the same time, the tape that had been covering Mo Chen's eyes disappeared into thin air, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the girl, who was sleeping in his arms, with her beautiful sleeping face, quietly leaning on his shoulder. Her cold eyes were unconsciously tinged with tenderness.

Mo Chen took her back to the room.

He gently put the girl on the bed, sat beside the bed and looked at her quietly for a while. When he left, he couldn't help but lean over and kissed the girl on the forehead.

The kiss was very light.

He seems to be just like him, cold and restrained.

……

After leaving the girl's room, Mo Chen returned to his own residence. In the quiet room, the immortal, dressed in snow-white clothes, was meditating with his eyes closed, his cold brows furrowed in a rare way.

Faintly, a wisp of black mist seemed to flash between the Immortal Master's brows, but it quickly disappeared, as if it was an illusion.

After a long time, the Immortal finally opened his eyes.

Those eyes were always indifferent and calm.

But he knew that his heart was far from being as indifferent as he appeared on the surface. As long as he closed his eyes, all he could think of was her, her smiling sweetly in his arms, her sleeping peacefully, and her in the spiritual spring... and him.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

He slowly placed his hand on his chest.

It's ok.

Even if he was moved, he could suppress it...