Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

[Hey, the little angel is really miserable, falling from one pervert to another pervert. 】

0731 sighs.

[Swearing again is a ghost. 】

【……? ? 】

Am I not your favorite little bitch?

Jinchen moved the wheelchair and left the sleeper. Hill was a little afraid of the unfamiliar environment and wanted to follow him, but his ankles were tied and he could only walk to the door of the sleeper.

Hill turned his eyes and looked at the empty and overly quiet surroundings. He gradually became frightened and uneasy, and crouched down to untie the chain.

While he was struggling hard, Jin Chen suddenly appeared again, leaned over and unlocked the chains.

Hill followed him silently.

He stepped barefoot on the wool blanket laid in the corridor, wearing only a shirt that hung down to his thighs and exposed his shoulders. His blue wings slowly stretched out, like a little angel accidentally breaking into a dark castle.

Entering the studio, Jinchen didn't close the door, as if he was waiting for him to come in.

Hill didn't dare to disturb Jinchen while he was working on the drawing board. He hugged his knees and sat beside Jinchen and watched quietly. He felt that this person was really powerful.

But just after finishing the painting, Jin Chenan looked at it for a few seconds, then tore off the canvas and threw it into the trash can nearby.

Hill was frightened by his actions, blinked blankly, looked at the torn painting in the trash can, and then looked at Jinchen who was mixing colors on new painting paper.

"You can't speak, or you can't speak here." Jinchen asked suddenly.

Hill picked the feathers with his fingertips and made a sound with a clear voice, proving that he could speak.

But this also indirectly admits that he is indeed not from this place.

"Is there an ocean where it grows?"

Hill shook his head. He only knew from the superficial knowledge he had learned that the ocean, land and sky were all part of this planet.

But Angel Star has only the sky and a small amount of land, so he has never seen the novel word ocean.

His eyes suddenly brightened slightly, and he was fascinated by the colors on the drawing board.

After Jinchen's color adjustment, the paint that appeared on the drawing board was the same blue as the wings.

The blue painting is like the sea in the quiet morning light, with blue waves and tranquility.

"This is the sea, a beautiful color."

Jinchen said, putting down the brush again and gently touching Hill's blue wings, "You are the angel of the ocean."

The projector was turned on, and Jinchen found a video of the ocean for him. The entire white wall turned into ocean waves, which was very shocking.

Hill watched in concentration, then slowly stood up, his eyes filled with emotion and expression.

Jin Chen behind him narrowed his eyes slightly, and the air pressure gradually dropped.

Just as he was about to have an attack, he saw Hill turning his head and continuing to squat and draw, his eyes shining brightly, and he was more serious than watching the video.

Jinchen's pervasive jealousy suddenly disappeared, and he raised his hand to stroke his long hair, like playing with his most beloved treasure.

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door of the studio, and Hill subconsciously retracted his wings. Suddenly his arm was pulled up, and he fell into Jinchen's arms.

Before he could react, the body nestled in his arms had been covered with a blanket. Hill looked down and did not dare to move. His chin rested lightly on his shoulders, and his long satin-like hair flowed down.

Jinchen hugged him with one arm and continued to pick up the paintbrush with the other hand.

"Come in."

The butler entered the door, slightly bent over and lowered his head, without squinting.

"Sir, should I put the newly purchased items at your place or prepare a separate room?"

Jinchen didn't even raise his head, "Get ready."

"Also, clear all online information about him being photographed outside."

"clear."

The housekeeper responded and said, "There will be a banquet in the old house in the front yard in a few days. The head of the Jin family said that he wants to inform you."

Jinchen paused his painting and forgot about it.

The location of this mansion is very interesting. It is not far behind the Jin family's old residence and shares the same villa.

The reason why the original person lived here was also very simple. He and his mother had spent a very pleasant time here before she was alive.

He stared at the ocean in the painting, his voice cold.

"Catch a few wolves and raise them in the yard to avoid any unsightly intruders."

"Yes."

The housekeeper immediately went to do it, and the studio door was gently closed again.

When the sound was no longer heard, Hill struggled slightly, trying to get out of his arms.

"do not move."

The hand around his waist slapped downwards, his tone was dangerous, and the strength was not small. Hill's pupils narrowed slightly, and the blush on his cheeks became more obvious.

Hill struggled harder.

No one would slap someone else's butt!

Jinchen threw away the brush, pinched Hill's jaw and forced him to raise his head, his magnetic voice was cold.

"I don't like disobedient people."

Hill's breath was slightly choked, and he let out a soft and low cry. He bit his lip tightly, but stopped struggling.

I just can't stop crying. I want to cry when I'm being hurt. I obviously didn't do this before.

He sobbed and stared into Jinchen's eyes, feeling more and more aggrieved.

He softened his body and leaned back again. His fingertips tightly grasped Jinchen's collar, and he was frightened.

Jinchen gently pinched the back of his neck in a soothing manner and coaxed along his spine. His mood suddenly changed again, as if he was pleased by this action.

"Be good and don't make me angry."

It was like a devil whispering in the empty studio, with paranoia in his dark green eyes.

Hill was easily coaxed and hummed softly, with a vibrating sound.

Jinchen picked up the brush again in a good mood and continued to finish the painting of Ocean Angel.

Amidst the ups and downs of emotions, his weak body couldn't bear it anymore. He lay in Jinchen's arms and gradually fell asleep, breathing long and hard.

By the time a painting is finished, it's getting late.

Jinchen resisted the urge to tear it up and asked someone to find a picture frame to frame it. He then carried the person away and locked him up again.

However... I need to add a longer silver chain that can move around on this floor.

Jinchen thought happily.

In the studio, the assistant looked at the intact painting in shock and was speechless for a long time.

It has been many years since Mr. Wang has completely preserved a painting.

Ocean and angels…

The assistant couldn't help but think of the person his husband asked them to bring back, and he didn't dare to think about it further.

He put on his gloves, carefully mounted it in the frame, and sighed.