Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

"mine."

Yi said flatteringly, squinting his eyes and rubbing her face affectionately.

"Didn't you take someone else's?" Wen Qi raised her head and asked earnestly, she was afraid that the Earl would find something missing in the treasury tomorrow and would find her here.

Yi thought for a while, then shook his head firmly: "Mine, I, saved for a long time."

Since he was conscious, he liked these things, but he didn't feel bad for the girl.

Wen Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

Yi was confused by her attitude and felt wronged: "Qiqi, don't you like it?"

The girl looked up at the man, and gently kissed his side cheek: "I like it very much."

The man was elated instantly, he hugged the girl and rushed to the bed in two steps, his tail flicked and his golden eyes lit up: "Then I am qualified to be your spouse, right?"

Wen Qi only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and his whole body was surrounded by his arms, completely different from the embrace just now, ambiguous and impulsive.

"...has...eligibility." She blushed and didn't dare to look at him, she lowered her eyes and only saw the tight and smooth lines on her chest.

Wen Qi felt dizzy and short of breath, and the ring rolled out of his hands so softly.

"Can it reproduce?"

Yi's voice was hoarse, and this thought made his blood boil quickly, and his good sense of smell and the ever-present sweet fragrance in his arms made his skin incredibly hot.

Wen Qi was dizzy and didn't react, the overwhelming breath sprayed on her face, lingering and spreading towards the branches like vines.

-

the next day.

The sun shone directly on the wooden floor, and the bright light filled the whole room. Wen Qi woke up in a daze, with slender arms stretched out from the thin quilt to rest on his eyes.

This action made Wen Qi so tired that he woke up.

There were many bruise marks on her arms, and Wen Qi blushed at the first glance.

The man doesn't know what swearing in sovereignty is. It's purely because he likes it so much. He hugs and kisses, and the kisses float out, and it's not just his arms. That's why she's sore and tired.

Fortunately, she declined.

But after this time, Yi also understood that being able to be a spouse has nothing to do with mating, but that she will not agree in a short time.

As for after...

Wen Qi didn't dare to think about it, she was afraid just looking at it.

The girl rubbed the soft pillow, closed her eyes and continued to catch up on sleep.

She is still on vacation, and the old housekeeper won't say anything.

Villa on the second floor.

The count stood quietly in front of the window, looking at the road with lowered eyelashes, expecting to see the girl walking towards him.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he always felt that the lips and tongue were extraordinarily sweet when he woke up today.

The man touched his lips with his fingertips, and the girl's face appeared in his mind.

Just like the taste of kissing her that day.

Time passed by, and it was approaching noon, but the girl still did not appear in his eyes. The earl frowned and called the old housekeeper.

"What about her?"

The old housekeeper: "Miss Wen didn't come over."

"Did she say anything?"

"Uh, Miss Wen hasn't come out of the room yet..."

The count frowned, and walked out in an instant, with a rare expression of anxiety and worry in his eyes.

He was afraid that she would have an accident or get sick.

After waking up last time, his heart almost stopped suddenly when he heard the news. Only then did he suddenly understand how important she was. He didn't dare to think how crazy and frightening he would be if Adena succeeded.

At the same time, I also feel sorry for myself, I don't even have the right to control the night, if it weren't for another him...

But he wanted it to be him more that night.

The man's lips were pursed tightly, his eyes were dark and dark, and his steps became more and more urgent. The old housekeeper hurriedly followed behind him.

At the door, the count paused.

Outside is the bright sun, warm yellow, and the color of the floor inside the house are two distinct boundaries.

He hadn't been out for a long time, and it all stemmed from a daytime loss of consciousness.

He was terrified of doing it again.

"Sir, I'll just go, you can go back." The old butler said worriedly.

The man didn't speak, thinking that the girl might be lying on the bed with a pale face due to illness, or fell down and passed out in the room, or... his manor is not strictly managed...

A wave of panic made him stride out.