Otoko Game: Male protagonists, I’m just a scumbag

He said this with his scarlet eyes half-closed, his cheek pressed against his ankle, and finally tilted his head slightly, and his fangs pierced in again.

Wei Lan was so shocked that his entire body, including his ankles, trembled.

"Uh, you....get out of here!"

Wei Lan endured the pain and tried to retract his foot. He wanted to reach under the pillow with his left hand, but he was dragged over by his foot again, and Lin fell on top of him.

The wings on his back seemed to be able to retract freely, but his black hair had grown wildly and was hanging down, now falling on Wei Lan.

Then he suddenly stretched out his hand, trying to tear off the half-torn thing, looking extremely cruel and terrifying.

"You——!" Wei Lan gritted her teeth and pulled hard at the clothes in front of her chest to stop him.

"Lin, what the hell are you doing! You'd better stop what you're doing now and get out of here! Lin!"

For some reason, after he said this, the affectionate person seemed to become even more irritable, staring at him with scarlet pupils, making him feel creepy.

“Hahahahahahaha——” Lin suddenly laughed crazily, his open lips and sharp teeth becoming more clearly visible:

"You still don't acknowledge my existence!"

His voice was like that of a demon from the depths of hell, echoing in the empty room, eerie and haunting.

The next second, he ignored Wei Lan's reaction and tore open his thing.

When he saw the more hideous marks on his body, his scarlet eyes became deeper and his movements became more extreme and violent.

"Are you crazy?!" Wei Lan quickly protected himself. He was extremely angry. What on earth was he trying to do? !

Does he want to do what Richard William did?

Are you kidding me?!

Lin forced a smile at the corner of his lips, his red eyes stubbornly dragging people, making it difficult for people to relax.

He stretched out his hand and clamped Wei Lan's jaw. His crazy face came closer, and his voice was bewitching, and his eyes stared at Wei Lan deeply:

"Call me by my name, dear Stephen, and acknowledge me."

Wei Lan swallowed and shook his head to try to wake himself up, although he wanted to struggle with what he was saying and admit it.

Even if he has two forms, he is still one person, no matter what his name is.

"Speak..." Lin incited people in a low voice.

"You know my name, don't you?"

Wei Lan bit her lower lip, and never got involved in his power. The other party suddenly frowned:

"It's really annoying..."

Wei Lan was confused by his words, but he didn't intend to delve into it. Before he noticed, his hand had already touched under the pillow on the side, and his fingertips touched the cold gun.

Although this gun will not kill him, it can delay time.

Who knew that at this moment, that hand suddenly touched his lower back, and he said:

"I'll help you take it off..."

The next second, he felt a pain in his lower back, as if the skin on his lower back was tearing!

"Hiss——" Wei Lan took a breath coldly and broke out in cold sweats due to the pain, but in the next second he felt no pain at all.

But he could still feel the tearing of his flesh. What on earth was he doing?! Was he trying to avenge the tearing of his heart?!

Wei Lan gritted his teeth, grabbed the gun, and used his elbow to push his hand away, threatening him:

"Go away!"

Then the gun was pressed against his chest.

Lin's face suddenly became silent. He looked at the gun in his hand and after a quick identification, he knew that it was a gun from the church:

"...Are you going to shoot me again?"

He actually asked such a question.

Wei Lan was stunned and didn't say anything. He saw Lin suddenly open the collar of his clothes again. The buttons on it were broken, and there was a hideous scar on his left chest.

It was that day that he drove the stake in, leaving behind a hideous wound as the wound healed.

Wei Lan looked at the wound and slowly opened his eyes. Although the wound was fatal, with his ability, he would be able to heal it as long as time allowed.

But he stayed.

What does he mean?

Wei Lan's heart began to beat fast and he began to feel anxious for no apparent reason. The scenes from that day kept repeating in his mind.

He still remembered the feeling of his skin and flesh being torn apart as he thrust the stake in, and the persistent and painful look in his eyes, which seemed to be asking him why.

What did he do wrong?

Such a strong and unwilling expression struck his heart, like an extremely thin needle that could not be pulled out and was entangled and stuck deeply in the muscle texture.

Wei Lan shook his head in his mind, telling himself not to think too much. He looked at his wounds, probably to say that he was overestimating his own abilities!

I'm going to grab his gun and shoot myself in the heart!

Wei Lan straightened his expression and held the gun tightly in his hand, fearing that they would run over. However, his hands were shaking slightly. Finally, he took a deep breath and ordered:

"Get out of the way, Lucifer. As the master of the contract, I order you to change back and leave here—"

Lin listened to his voice but didn't say anything. Of course, you couldn't figure out the expression under your pupils. Wei Lan's order was useless this time. Who knew that he would suddenly hear a voice the next second:

"Well, my dear master."

It was an extremely plain passage with a mellow tone.

Wei Lan was delighted, thinking that this time the order was successful and he didn't have to threaten him with a gun, although he emphasized many times in his mind not to take this as a fact.

All this is just what happens in this world.

However, when Lin finished saying this, he suddenly touched the wrist where he held the gun, and kissed the palm of his hand through the gap between the guns, moving further and further down.

When Wei Lan cast a shocked look at him, Lin also raised his eyes, one eye was hidden behind his palm and the gun handle.

The other one was staring at him straight, as if saying to him, what do you think, did I fool you?

The next moment, Wei Lan was pushed down by him, and her hair fell again because of the movement.

"Stephen," he called out to himself again when Wei Lan's head had just fallen.

Then, his lower lip was clamped.

"He did this too?"

He was referring to the gaping wound on his lip.

Wei Lan was already angry because of the tone of his voice that had just teased him, and now he was even more furious. He raised the gun handle and hit him on the head with great force.

But he quickly grabbed her wrist and leaned over to kiss her. Wei Lan's eyes widened, thinking that the sharp teeth were going to pierce his tongue, and he trembled with fear.

But it didn't, even though he swept through like crazy it didn't happen like that.