Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

The rain fell from her body. When she came outside, Ji Yan lowered her head to straighten the hem of her skirt, but suddenly froze. Her sight caught the familiar hem of her clothes, but they were soaked by the rain, making her look more embarrassed than usual.

Ji Yan's mind went blank, she did not raise her head and only took a few steps back.

Shen Weichu did not leave, but pretended to agree just to reassure the old man. After Song Shixu returned, he returned here.

It had been many days since I saw my junior sister, and now that I saw him again, my junior sister no longer wanted to raise her head to look at him.

"Junior sister." He said.

Ji Yan took another step back, "Senior brother, there's no need to talk, I don't want to hear it."

Shen Weichu's throat was slightly choked, knowing that she no longer wanted to hear it.

No matter how much you say, it will only bore her.

He lowered his head and took out a long whip from his sleeve. This whip was in the Discipline Pavilion and was used to punish disciples who made mistakes. When Shen Weichu left the Immortal Mountain, he asked for one and asked his junior sister for forgiveness.

Ji Yan recognized the long whip and had many doubts in her heart.

Was he trying to whip her back?

However, contrary to what Ji Yan thought, the senior brother's knuckled hand held the whip and handed it to her. His voice was slightly hoarse: "I made my junior sister suffer a lot when I was exercising in the past. Now I let my junior sister fight back."

He didn't mention anything else, he just asked her to whip him with a long whip in retaliation for the repeated beatings he received when he was exercising.

But Ji Yan knew that the senior brother didn't really want her to pay back all the beatings she received, but he just found an excuse to let her vent her anger.

She didn't want to hit him at all. Shen Weichu's behavior would only make things difficult for her.

Ji Yan couldn't help but maliciously speculate that maybe he used this method just because he expected that she wouldn't really fight back.

Thinking of this, she felt depressed for a moment, lowered her head and took the whip from his hand.

"I don't know how to use a whip, and my strikes are not serious. If senior brother regrets giving me the whip, he still has a chance to regret it."

Shen Weichu said: "No regrets."

After the words fell, Ji Yan was silent for a long time. Later, Shen Weichu only heard his junior sister murmur: "You asked me to hit him. If it breaks, you can't blame me."

Shen Weichu nodded: "Yes."

The girl pursed her lower lip and held the whip tightly. When she hit someone, she didn't want to see her senior brother's face and was worried that she would become soft-hearted, so she asked him to turn around.

The senior brother was also very cooperative and turned around, leaving his back to her.

The girl's delicate white fingers tightened the whip. At this moment, she really wanted to return all the beatings she received during the exercise, and with some pent-up resentment, she hit Shen Weichu with the whip.

Anyone can doubt her and say bad things about her, but only senior brother can't.

Ji Yan vented her accumulated resentment.

The long whip struck the flesh, making a crisp sound.

After a few strokes, her hand was numb. She stopped and couldn't whip anymore. Tears covered her face, and she threw the whip to the ground in disgust.

It was obvious that he thought she was dirty first and wanted to clean her, wasn't he?

She squatted down, hugged her knees with her hands, and shed tears.

Seeing Shen Weichu turn around, she buried her face in her knees again, not wanting him to see her crying, let alone her ugly cry.

Shen Weichu knelt down in front of her, put his forehead close to hers, and coaxed like before: "Don't cry, Yan Niang, it was my fault."

Ji Yan froze for a moment and did not answer.

The senior brother's hands went through her hair and he combed her hair with his fingers unhurriedly.

Ji Yan slowly calmed down, her wet eyelashes stuck together and pressed against her arms, making them a mess.

She now looked like a well-behaved and pitiful little beast. Shen Weichu couldn't help but his heart ached for a moment, and he tried to pick her up. She was so well-behaved now that she didn't speak or push him away. Whatever he did, she seemed like no response.

Shen Weichu just picked her up, performed a secret and entered the house.

"Do you live in this room?"

The little girl in her arms slightly raised her eyelids, glanced at it, hummed, and curled up again without making any sound.

Shen Weichu sent her to the room, dried the wet areas on her body, and then put her on the couch.

Shen Weichu placed her in place and then lowered his head to dry himself.

Then he sat on the bedside and lowered his eyes to look at her.

Ji Yan lay down with her back to him. Shen Weichu didn't know if she still wanted to see him now, so he asked, "Do you want me to stay?"

Ji Yan still didn't answer. She didn't know what she was thinking, but she still didn't want to look back.

Shen Weichu thought she was still angry, so he planned to leave first and not appear in front of her for the time being. But when he stood up, a hand stretched out from the quilt, and its thin white fingers silently tightened the skirt of his clothes.

She didn't speak, she just pulled him and wouldn't let him go.

"Okay, I won't leave." His voice was clear, a little low, and a little hoarse, but it was so gentle that it seemed to have a miraculous effect in soothing people's emotions.

Ji Yan didn't know how she fell asleep. When she woke up, she found that her hands were clutching her senior brother's shirt, and he had been sitting next to her all night, almost never moving.

She never thought that one day she and her senior brother would torture each other like this.

His eyes were slightly sour again, and Shen Weichu opened his eyes at this moment.

Before she could react, the monk's hand touched the corner of her eye.

Ji Yan was startled.

I heard the senior brother say: "I didn't dislike my junior sister that day. I saw him hugging my junior sister, and I felt jealous in my heart. I was blinded by jealousy for a moment, and I just wanted to wash away the breath he left behind."

Ji Yan froze and heard him say again: "I will keep my virginity for my junior sister, but my junior sister does not have to keep my virginity for me. If my junior sister has a new love in the future, I will not complain, let alone stand in the way."

Shen Weichu cares that others will have her, but he is more concerned that he will lose her.

Even if it is, he is just one of them, as long as he is not abandoned, everything will be fine.

Ji Yan was shocked by his words and was stunned for a long time.

On the one hand, I didn't expect that my senior brother would give in so much for her. On the other hand, I didn't expect that my senior brother would miss her so much. It seemed that she was heartless and always showed mercy.

But her temper softened and she didn't say anything, she just opened her hands and went into his arms.

Shen Weichu opened his arms and took her into his arms, and the next second the junior sister hugged him hard.

"Well..." The monk's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but hum softly.

Ji Yan also heard it, and was stunned for a moment, then remembered that she whipped her senior brother several times last night, and thought that she had pressed the wound just now.

Not knowing the extent of the injury, Ji Yan couldn't help blaming herself and reached out to pull at his robe, wanting to take a look at his injury.

She stretched out her hands randomly, tore apart the hem of his clothes, and peeled them off layer by layer. Shen Weichu froze for a moment at first, then lowered his eyes and let her pull it.

Ji Yan peeled off his shirt, raised her head and said, "Senior brother, let me take a look... um."

Two cold lips suddenly pressed against her lips. Ji Yan stopped talking and froze in place.

"Sorry, Yan Niang, I couldn't hold it back." The monk explained to her in a clear and gentle voice.

Ji Yan slowly raised her eyes.

As soon as he opened his lips, Shen Weichu lowered his head and covered it again.

Kissed again and pulled away: "Sorry, I..."