Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

In the darkness, he even had the urge to run away, so that he wouldn't have to face the girl and hear her terrified voice.

Outside the door, Wen Qi was both annoyed and pleasantly surprised. She had come to her senses when she was pushed out of the door, but she was cut off outside the door before she could speak.

It turns out that Earl is Yi.

She thought of those strangely familiar feelings from the past.

No wonder she was unsuspecting of him, no wonder she felt he was familiar, no wonder she felt shy and nervous when she was with him...

Everything has a reason at this moment.

It turned out that her emotions and her body recognized him earlier than she did.

Wen Qi's eyes sparkled, the corners of her lips curled up, with an unstoppable smile on her face, she called him in a soft voice: "Sir."

"Open the door, I want to see you again."

She said, looking at the door eagerly.

She wanted to double check.

The count twitched the corners of his mouth and remained motionless. Sadness filled his brain, making him almost unable to think, and his hanging hands trembled non-stop.

His courage had been exhausted just now, and he was afraid.

Wen Qi waited for quite a while, and there was silence inside the door.

She frowned, thought for a while, and said coquettishly: "My leg hurts..."

The door was still quiet, and the girl was a little disappointed. Just when she was about to speak again, the door suddenly opened, and the man reached out to pick her up and return her to the room, closing the door.

Soon enough, Wen Qi only had time to see the thick short hair on the man's bowed head before his eyes went dark.

The count put her on the seat, and wanted to back away after being silent. Wen Qi raised his hand to hold him, and he didn't know where to grab it in the dark, and cut her palm sharply.

"Well……"

The girl snorted in pain, and the smell of blood permeated from the wound.

The count panicked for a moment, knelt down and held her palm and licked her palm skillfully, so proficient that he was stunned for a moment.

Wen Qi obediently let him move, watching his outline with his eyes, as if he had returned to the time when he met Yi not long ago.

It was also hurt at that time, and he lowered his head in a panic to lick her wound.

……

Licking with the tip of her tongue, the wound on the girl's palm quickly healed.

"Feel sorry."

The man bowed his head and apologized, his eyes full of sadness.

Even an inadvertent look of him could hurt her.

"It's ok."

Wen Qi rolled his eyes and took his hand.

The count froze for a moment, his hands trembled and he did not move away. His golden pupils stared at the girl's delicate face in the dark, feeling absurd inexplicably.

Is he hallucinating?

Why doesn't the girl seem to be afraid...?

"Qiqi, aren't you... not afraid?" the earl said with difficulty, and turned his eyes away in fear.

"Are you afraid, sir?"

Wen Qi groaned, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, I...I like Mr. very much..."

After the girl spoke, her voice was so low that she could hardly hear her, and her face was burning hot with embarrassment.

When she thought that it was the earl who was listening, she felt so ashamed that her fingertips became weak.

The count was stunned, and his golden pupils trembled and turned to her. He suspected that it was the voice of his extravagance and delusion.

"What did you... just say?"

He asked in disbelief, his voice trembling with difficulty.

Seeing him like this, Wen Qi felt soft-hearted and distressed, pursed her lips and let go of his hand.

The earl fell into the abyss with his heart clenched in an instant, trying to catch it back in a panic.

But in the next second, two soft and warm hands followed the contours and touched his upturned face due to half-kneeling.

"I said, I like sir very much."

She whispered, she lowered her eyes in embarrassment, a hot blush spread to her neck, and even her fingertips seemed to heat up.