Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

After breakfast, she went to work as usual.

After one morning, Wen Qi quickly cleaned the first and second floors. The villa was not dirty at all, so she didn't need to clean it too carefully.

"crash"

With the sound of water, she put her things away and turned to go to have lunch.

"Miss Wen."

The old housekeeper who just came down from the third floor called her to stop with a smile.

"Ok?"

Wen Qi turned his head to look in doubt.

"The count invites you to dine together, come up."

As the old housekeeper spoke, he even made an invitation gesture, his face was full of smiles, without showing any seriousness in the past.

Wen Qi frowned hesitantly. She subconsciously resisted being alone with the Earl. It wasn't that she hated it, but she always felt weird in her heart.

"Miss Wen?"

"Ah good."

Wen Qi struggled for a while, but chose to follow her up to the third floor with her skirt in hand.

On the opposite side of the dining table, the earl sat casually with his legs crossed, his temples propped up with one hand, and he looked sideways at the window next to him. The sky outside was blue.

There are chaotic memory fragments floating in his mind, and in those memories, the girl is panicking in front of him, surrounded by treasures all over the ground, or she is bending her eyebrows and eyes affectionately in front of him, and the sky is dark. ъ

He knew where these sudden memories came from.

It was precisely because of this that he felt flustered and confused.

She saw that him, and she... was afraid, and seemed to be intimate?

He pulled the corner of his lower lip, his eyes revealed sadness, ignoring the word intimacy.

how could be……

As he thought, the other bony hand unconsciously stroked the side of the slightly curved index finger back and forth with the tip of his thumb.

"Tuk Tuk"

The door knocked twice and then opened with a creak. He immediately withdrew his thoughts and straightened his sitting posture. His eyes fell on the girl behind the old butler with slightly curved lips.

"sit."

he said.

"Ah."

Wen Qi met his gaze, became tense instantly, grabbed the hem of the skirt with her fingers and responded in a low voice, walked to sit opposite him with her head slightly lowered.

The butler tactfully left.

The count looked at her in silence for a while, then whispered, "Am I... scary?"

Wen Qi inexplicably felt that there was grievance in that sentence, she subconsciously shook her head quickly: "No!"

The earl seemed to be relieved, and his eyes overflowed with a smile: "Then why..."

Wen Qi pursed her lips and found an excuse in a low voice: "I'm just... not used to it."

"I see."

The count looked at her tenderly, the smile on his lips became more obvious.

After the meal, Wen Qi ate his stomach as usual, and leaned on the chair with his eyebrows bent, his expression relaxed.

There is no way, the food is too appetizing, there is nothing she doesn't like to eat, eat a little at a time, and eat too much if you are not careful.

The girl puffed her face, she decided to control herself next time.

The count's eyes fell on her swollen belly, and he sat quietly for a while.

After that, Wen Qi still couldn't resist the man's attack of grievance, and he kept him as a model for painting.

"Is this all right?"

Wen Qi looked at him with a blushing face, her body nestled in a large luxurious wooden seat, with a soft snow-white blanket under her buttocks.

Holding an old book in her white hand, she looked at him nervously while fanning her curled eyelashes. One leg was hanging in the air, revealing her white and slender calf.

"Well, that's fine."

The count rolled his Adam's apple, lowered his eyes and started to write on the drawing paper with a low voice.

"Oh."

The girl heaved a sigh of relief, her face was blushing due to her pounding heart, she turned her gaze back and tried her best to focus on the contents of the book.

On the opposite side, the earl rolled up the long sleeves of his shirt, and raised his gaze once again to the girl, with imperceptible darkness. The brush in his hand carefully drew the outline of the girl.

He was suddenly a little thankful that he was not decadent, and could still rely on these things to keep the girl behind.