Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Jin Chen was unwilling to let go of the beauty who threw herself into his arms. He hugged her waist and hugged her. His fingertips accidentally brushed across her waist, and he said in a low and seductive tone: "What's wrong with little uncle?"

Xie Zhiwei leaned her head on his shoulder with her head down, shook her head in confusion when she heard that, and then looked at Jinchen with eyes that were stained with a strong black color, which was obviously damp and cold, but for some reason made Jinchen see a bit of aggrieved.

"I don't know..."

Xie Zhiwei paused, then took Jinchen's hand and covered his dantian and lower abdomen, "Minister... um!"

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his dantian, but he did not forget that Jinchen had no force to protect him, so he could only quickly push Jinchen away, but he fell down, almost kneeling on the ground with cold sweat, begging wetly: "...Your Majesty, let them all get out, please..."

Jinchen quickly asked all the eunuchs serving in the imperial study to leave, and closed the door tightly. Only then did Xie Zhiwei relax and sit cross-legged to meditate.

Well, can't help.

Jinchen didn't know what happened. He looked at him for a long time, then took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped away the cold sweat dripping from Xie Zhiwei's forehead. When his finger touched the tip of his nose, Xie Zhiwei's body trembled violently.

Jinchen retracted his hand, and poked it again after a moment, and Xie Zhiwei shuddered again.

After doing this several times, Xie Zhiwei: "..."

He managed to pull his mind away from practicing Qigong, opened his misty eyes and looked at Jinchen, "Your Majesty..."

Jinchen stretched out his hand and made a detour, gently caressing the corner of Jie Zhiwei's eye, "Why are you crying?"

He didn't admit that he was playing tricks at all.

"I didn't cry." Xie Zhiwei couldn't help but rub the finger lightly. The pain of the reverse flow of Qi made his breathing heavier. He felt like he had lost his soul and only wanted to be close to the person in front of him.

His pupils were a little dilated, completely dark without any light, and one could only see Jinchen's handsome face with a worried look on his face, which was hiding a bad intention.

"Your Majesty..." Xie Zhiwei lost the ability to think and could only call Jinchen.

"How can I help you?" Jinchen asked, still sitting upright on the dragon throne, casually stroking the corners of Jie Zhiwei's eyes.

Xie Zhiwei thought for a while in confusion. He was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, so he crawled a few steps on his knees and leaned against Jinchen's knees. "You... come closer to me."

Even if one's Qi and energy were flowing against the flow, and one was as dignified and restrained as Jie Zhiwei, he probably would not be able to say the words "I want to be hugged".

Jin Chen refused to let him make excuses, and stroked the back of his neck with much more force, "Closer means much closer. My little uncle taught me to express myself clearly since I was young, how come I forgot it?"

Xie Zhiwei sat on the ground in a daze. He first reacted to what Jinchen said, then pulled Jinchen's hand and placed it on his head.

"Heavy..." The tone was actually a sticky complaint, "I don't want to tie my hair."

Jinchen had discovered before that Xie Zhiwei preferred to let his long black hair down, so he slowly helped him take off the jade crown. The black hair that exuded a cool fragrance suddenly fell down, as if breaking through Xie Zhiwei's usually dignified defenses.

"Your Majesty..." Xie Zhiwei looked at Jinchen in a daze. The words that he couldn't say just now seemed to have lost their restraints. He supported himself on Jinchen's knees and stood up. He straddled Jinchen's arms and raised his hand to take off Jinchen's jade hairpin.

Jinchen grabbed his hand, "What?"

Unexpectedly, it was this action that made Xie Zhiwei's eyes wet. She knelt on his legs, straightened up, grabbed Jinchen's collar, gritted her teeth and questioned, but her voice was extremely broken: "Why."

"Your Majesty, why did you give Yu Huayao the hairpin? What right did he have?" Xie Zhiwei shouted in a crying voice, her cold and beautiful face covered with traces of tears.

Jin Chen was afraid that he would fall, so he quickly held his waist and frowned and asked, "It's a hairpin. If the little uncle wants it, I will give it to you."

"You..." Xie Zhiwei was completely blocked by these words, her dark thoughts had nowhere to hide, her red fingertips loosened Jinchen's collar, her tear marks were wet and stuck to her black hair, like a snake demon that had just transformed.

"Your Majesty, do you know what giving a hairpin represents?"

Jin Chen's eyebrows widened slightly, and an unlikely but guilty guess emerged in his mind, "Could it be...admiration?"

"You know... you knew and you gave it to Yu Huayao..." Xie Zhiwei completely collapsed. There seemed to be a fire in his heart. He wished he could catch Yu Huayao and cut him into pieces!

"Kill him..." Xie Zhiwei murmured, the murderous intent in his heart reached its peak, "I must kill him!"

"No, I was just guessing," Jin Chen wiped away the tears from his eyes and explained, "If I had known earlier, I would definitely not have agreed."

He took the jade hairpin from his head, but did not rush to give it to Jie Zhiwei. He just asked in a low voice: "Since the little uncle knows, do you still want my jade hairpin?"

Xie Zhiwei fell silent again, staring at the jade hairpin in Jinchen's hand with her moist eyes full of possessiveness. Her internal energy had already burned away her remaining rationality, but she still blushed with shame, and her bent back trembled slightly.

Jin Chen was in no hurry to urge him. He placed the cold jade hairpin on Jie Zhiwei's neck and used her fingers to lift up his chin. "Little uncle, you don't look like a dignified regent like this."

Xie Zhiwei was forced to look up. Although the jade hairpin was not sharp, it could draw blood. As long as Jinchen used a little force, he could pierce his throat, causing endless blood to flow out.

Thinking of this, he actually raised his lips slightly. Thinking of the blood he drank that night, his face became even more beautiful like a ghost.

The pain of the jade hairpin pressing against his skin also gave rise to a kind of pleasure, and his expression was even a bit crazy and happy. Xie Zhiwei moved closer.

Jinchen didn't take back the jade hairpin, but just reduced the force a little.

"I don't want to be a dignified regent..." Xie Zhiwei's tone was almost strangely calm. He even forgot his name and said absentmindedly, "I am not a royal family member. I am just a beggar picked up from the rivers and lakes by the previous emperor. I don't know my family background or identity. I only have a secret book that everyone is crazy about."

"Without anyone's protection, I can only keep climbing up."

Jinchen's expression was a little complicated. He always felt that the secret book was very strange, otherwise how could Xie Zhiwei cultivate to this level.

Xie Zhiwei's eyes were extremely fragile. He trembled slightly and leaned over Jinchen's arms, ignoring the fact that the jade hairpin had left a bleeding red mark on his collarbone because he hadn't been able to retract it in time.

"I raised you, Your Majesty."

Xie Zhiwei slowly reached out and stroked Jinchen's cheek, his palms were wet, hot and sticky, and every word he said was filled with the coldness of jealousy.

"You can't abandon me and be so nice to other vixens."

Jinchen lowered his eyes and looked at him, his expression was much calmer. He lightly touched the bleeding wound, and when he raised his fingertips, they were stained with blood.

But it caused Xie Zhiwei to laugh softly.

He grabbed Jinchen's hand and put it to his lips beggingly, pain and pleasure intertwined, "Your Majesty, please drink my blood too."

Jinchen: "..."

But he didn't move, and the obsession in Xie Zhiwei's eyes grew deeper and deeper, almost like madness.

Jinchen sighed, ignoring the blood on his hands, pressed Jie Zhiwei onto the table, and sucked out the blood from the side of his collarbone.

Xie Zhiwei's pupils dilated slightly, a tingling sensation numbed his scalp, and a dizzying joy swept through his body in an instant.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +15, totaling 65! 】