Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Ji Yan forced herself to apply the medicine, then fell on the couch and fell asleep.

The next day was another exercise, sword practice, and finally a beating from his senior brother.

It still hurts a lot today, but Ji Yan didn't cry anymore, and she didn't say anything even if it hurt. She also tried to fight back today, but it didn't work. She was pushed to the ground and beaten by Shen Weichu, and she had no power to fight back.

As soon as the day was over, she pulled herself together again.

Shen Weichu came over to hug her, but she didn't say a word.

After he used his spiritual power to heal her injuries today, Ji Yan didn't ask him to apply the ointment for her. As soon as he left, she went to find Ying Huan with the ointment.

Ying Huan opened the door and saw the pitiful junior sister standing at the door. There were tears on her beautiful face, as if she had cried. The tip of her nose was pink, but her little face was very white.

Ji Yan held the medicine bottle in her hand and asked her in a low voice: "Sister Ying Huan, can you help me apply the medicine?"

"Huh?" Ying Huan was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that the master asked the little junior sister to exercise. She thought she had received a lot of beatings in the past few days.

Seeing how miserable she was being bullied, she couldn't help but said softly: "Of course, you can come in first, it's cold outside."

"Well...thank you, senior sister."

She came in obediently, and Ying Huan told her to lie down on the couch, so she did so obediently.

When Ying Huan took off her clothes and saw the bruises all over her body, she was also stunned.

Ying Huan felt that she shouldn't be so hasty. The little junior sister was spoiled in the past and had never suffered much in the Prime Minister's Mansion. Now she has been subjected to such high-intensity training. How can a delicate little girl endure it?

Even adult men may not be able to bear it.

Ying Huan looked distressed and carefully applied the ointment on her.

"Does it still hurt?" Ying Huan asked softly as she put on her clothes.

"Yes." Ji Yan nodded. It was really painful and there was a light mist in her eyes.

Ying Huan touched her head and said, "Come to my place every night from now on and sleep with me. After I apply the medicine for you, I will use my spiritual power to help you so that you can have a good sleep."

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment and couldn't believe it: "Is it really possible?"

Her voice was extremely soft.

Ying Huan's heart softened greatly: "Yes, yes, senior sister will take care of you."

Ji Yan was happy, but a little embarrassed. She pursed her lips and said, "Will I disturb senior sister's rest?"

Ying Huan shook his head: "No, I can rest here while you are here, not to mention I can help you."

Ji Yan looked at Ying Huan and couldn't help but think of her mother. Every time she felt uncomfortable, her mother would speak to her so gently, coax her gently, and come to her room to hold her and sleep together.

Her eyes became sore again.

Ying Huan was startled for a moment and said, "Why are you crying? If you don't cry, senior sister will protect Yanyan from now on."

Ji Yan kept staring at her until Ying Huan didn't know what to do. He could only coax her to sleep and use his spiritual power to relieve her pain.

Ying Huan was not too sleepy and kept looking at her. The little girl slept well at first, but then she seemed to have had a bad dream and came over to hug her.

Ying Huan has never been hugged by a girl, and her junior sister's body is softer than that of ordinary girls. She feels soft when she is hugged. In addition to the smell of ointment, there is also a faint fragrance of her daughter's house, which smells very good.

Ying Huan just let her hold him, and occasionally stretched out his hand to pat her back.

For many days in a row, Ji Yan came over to sleep with Ying Huan every night.

That night, as soon as Ying Huan put her to sleep, someone came and knocked on the door.

She paused, then removed the soft little hand from her waist, got off the bed, put on a robe and opened the door.

Outside the door was Gu Yanqing.

The young man's jet-black hair was tied up high, his face was more feminine than Xie Lanchuan's, he could not tell the difference between male and female, and his snow-skinned and red lips looked like some kind of spirit-sucking goblin.

Gu Yanqing smiled softly when he saw Ying Huan, and then looked away from her at the slightly raised figure on the couch in the room.

He was a little unhappy and said: "Senior Sister is too partial to Junior Sister. In the past, Junior Sister would come to teach me swordsmanship at night. Now, how many days has it been since Senior Sister came to see me?"

Hearing the young man's resentful tone, Ying Huan also felt a little guilty, but said, "It's been a bit special lately, junior sister's matters are more important."

Gu Yanqing sneered, "It's obviously the mess left by senior brother, but you have to clean it up, senior sister."

"You can't say that. Senior brother is also doing it for junior sister's good. I looked at it when I was applying medicine. Senior brother has avoided the vital points where he hit. Although it hurts a little, it won't really hurt the body. And every time The new injuries will also avoid the old ones, but the junior sister is afraid of pain, and the senior brother is a man, so it is not convenient for him to help her all night long."

Gu Yanqing had a dark face and was not happy after hearing her words.

Ying Huan couldn't help but asked curiously: "Didn't you always dislike me for this and that? How come you haven't been looking for you for a while, just like a little resentful woman?"

Gu Yanqing's forehead twitched a few times, and he stopped calling her senior sister. His voice became colder, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Ying Huan!"

"Okay, okay." Ying Huan rolled her eyes and said, "I won't say anything. Junior sister has already gone to bed. I will just accompany you once tonight. Do you want it? If not, I will continue to sleep with junior sister."

Gu Yanqing stared at her, and finally said with almost gritted teeth: "Yes."

Not long after Ying Huan left, a tall, snow-white figure appeared in the room.

Shen Weichu had looked for Ji Yan many times the night before, but she was not in the room. Later, when he found out that she was at Ying Huan's place, he felt relieved and just left a piece of his consciousness behind to prevent any accidents.

As soon as Ying Huan left, he came.

The girl on the bed had no one to hold her. She seemed to feel uneasy and her eyebrows were knitted tightly. Shen Weichu felt soft in his heart and felt quite regretful. When he came to the bed, he saw that her black hair was spread out, her temples were wet with sweat, and her cheeks were flushed. A blush appeared.

Shen Weichu hesitated for a moment, then bent down and took her into his arms.

As soon as she almost touched him, the girl's soft arms wrapped around him like vines, wrapping him tightly. Her wet and hot cheeks pressed tightly against his chest, and she hummed tiny syllables in her nose.

After today, Shen Weichu made a deep note of it, she was afraid of pain.

He used his spiritual power to relieve her pain like Ying Huan did, and then left with the person in his arms, carrying her back to her room.

He walked to the bed and bent down to put her down, but the little girl in his arms hugged him tightly and refused to let go.

Ji Yan woke up in a daze. She felt that the person she was holding in her arms was no longer soft and hard today. She couldn't help but open her eyes and take a look.

But he saw Shen Weichu, and subconsciously thought that he had a nightmare. He blinked his eyes a few times, and then opened them again. The person holding her was still his senior brother.

Ji Yan paused and struggled to get out of his arms.

Without even looking at Shen Weichu, he put on his shoes and left.

Shen Weichu grabbed her: "Where are you going?"

"Go and sleep with Senior Sister Ying Huan."

"Don't go." Shen Weichu turned around and picked her up. Holding the girl's soft skirt in his hand, he pushed her to the couch, looked into her eyes and said, "I will help you from now on."

Ji Yan was stunned for a moment, but still did not give way: "I have Senior Sister Ying Huan."

She was still angry, and her voice that had just woken up was soft and hoarse, almost a little bit evil: "Senior sister Ying Huan can still hold me to sleep, senior brother, can you?"

Since you can't, don't stop her, she's so sleepy...

However, the next second, she heard the cold and indifferent monk say: "Okay."

He said yes.