Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The pure white mask was removed, and all the emotions in Winslow's eyes faded away in an instant, leaving him dazed and blank.

He didn't say anything, so the lounge was naturally quiet, with only the sound of Jinchen's approaching footsteps.

Jinchen raised his hand, placed his palm on Winslow's bandaged left arm, stared into his eyes and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Winslow shuddered. He couldn't feel the temperature of his palm through the bandage, and the scar was already numb from the pain.

It was a trembling feeling of disbelief, a fear that would disappear if I blinked.

Who is this guy.

Everyone in the lounge looked at Jinchen in confusion. The next second, Winslow's extremely suppressed voice was heard, and his dark pupils were fixed on Jinchen without moving away.

"Get out."

The bodyguard was the first to react, thinking that the young master was trying to drive away the man who was making advances towards him. However, just as he was about to chase him away, he heard an even colder voice.

"I'm telling you to get lost."

Winslow's icy expression cracked a little.

"...Yes, Luo Ge, we will just stay outside."

Yun Ran suddenly thought of something, looked at Jin Chen in disbelief, and pulled the curious Zheng Yi out of the lounge.

The door is closed tightly to block out any sound from the outside world.

The room was so quiet that it was somewhat depressing, but the smell of blood was still lingering around, and the wounds on Winslow's body were so numerous that they were shocking.

"Who are you."

Winslow stared at the man in front of him, forbearing to the extreme. The suppressed emotions that could not be concealed surged in his dark and lifeless pupils, and even seemed a little scattered.

"I'm Jinchen."

Jinchen couldn't help the pain in his heart, and he put his warm fingers on the corners of Winslow's eyes and rubbed them gently, and his voice was gentle and caring, as if he was afraid to scare him.

"Ten years ago, I brought my little darling out of the orphanage and raised him for five years. He was spoiled and well-behaved. But for some reason, I had to let him go for a short period of time... and we were separated for another five years."

"I'm sorry, sweetie."

The last sentence was said slowly and heavily, Jinchen's voice was a little hoarse, and he slowly smiled softly and familiarly, "Brother is back."

Winslow's heart skipped a beat.

"elder brother……"

Winslow shouted out the name he had been waiting for in his dreams for five years with some difficulty, and his eyes burned with pain and tears came out.

All the forbearance is useless, only the person in front of you is real.

The young man threw himself into her arms, giving her a passionate, tight hug.

Jinchen hugged the thin and strong Winslow. The touch was no longer as delicate as before, but more like a cold sharp blade that had been constantly tempered and forged.

The trembling body in his arms seemed as if it had just been pulled out of an ice cave. He instinctively sought warmth filled with the scent of agarwood, a warmth that belonged to him alone and that he had not felt for five years.

"Brother is here, brother knows."

An unbearable sourness spread across Jinchen's tightly furrowed brows, his throat also felt dry, and his back felt lightly touched.

"Guaibao suffered a lot, and I was late."

In response, Winslow's breathing sounded almost like sobbing, rapid and painful.

Jinchen's waist was restrained so tightly that it hurt, and she could feel how much strength Winslow used to hug her.

Winslow's bandaged arm continued to exert force, and blood flowed out, winding to the back of his hand like a red thread that led them to meet.

He could no longer restrain himself and cried out heart-wrenchingly, letting out all his broken emotions and letting go of all his pretended rationality.

"Brother...Jinchen..."

For the first time in five years, Winslow didn't cry in the dark, and he even cried like a little boy who hadn't grown up yet.

Jinchen just held him like this, stroking his back up and down non-stop, just like coaxing a child.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 60! 】

Jinchen held his red face in his hands, wiped away the sticky and hot tears at the corners of his eyes, and kissed his forehead with care and compassion.

Just like during the five years that he was raised, Winslow comforted him every time he was wronged.

"Brother will help you apply the medicine."

Winslow sobbed, his breathing was intense and short, his throat was so blocked that he couldn't utter anything, and his moist black eyes stared at Jinchen.

He sat in Jinchen's arms, and only trembled a few times when the bandages were removed. The pain was unbearable even if he was numb, and the sound of breathing escaped from his nose.

The scar on his left arm was completely exposed in front of Jinchen. His breathing stopped, and a dense feeling of bitterness and heartache spread instantly.

The flesh exploded and broke, there were large bruises that were not repaired in time, black and sticky blood adhered, and the bones were visible deep enough.

When Winslow saw the surprise and heartache in Jinchen's eyes, his tears flowed even more violently, but this time his crying was silent, with his hands buried in his neck and shaking softly.

“It hurts. It hurts a lot.”

Winslow whimpered quietly, showing a vulnerability that he had never shown in front of others.

There is only Jinchen, it can only be Jinchen.

【Zero eggs.】

[Understood! Redeeming the host for the quick-repairing golden wound medicine, deducting 200 points! ]

The cooling ointment applied to the arm feels soft and non-irritating, and is much gentler than the strong painkillers used in the fighting arena.

Winslow seemed to be tired of crying. A cluster of eyelashes at the end of his eyes were wet, and they trembled as he raised his black eyes.

Jinchen didn't dare to use force. He wrapped the new bandage with the lightest force and tied a beautiful bow on his arm.

Winslow raised his eyes slightly, looked at the bow for a few moments, suddenly raised his bruised right hand and placed it on Jinchen's face, then slowly slid it down to the side of his neck to feel his pulse.

Then place your ear against your heart and lower your eyes to feel it carefully.

The heartbeat is strong and full of vitality.

Finally, he looked up at Jinchen, and his fragile and misty eyes gradually lit up.

"fraud."

Winslow said softly, his tone full of infinite grievance.

"I'm sorry, my dear." Jinchen's voice was muffled, and he gently stroked the hot and wet corners of his eyes, "It's my fault."

"Brother will give you his whole life as compensation, okay?"

Winslow's dark eyes trembled, and his fingertips gripping Jinchen's clothes on his chest tightened, then he leaned back.

He listened quietly to the heartbeat, which was the sound he had longed for and yet could not obtain during every sleepless night during the past five years.

"My dear, do you want to know why your brother disappeared five years ago?"

Jinchen knew that there were world shackles that were difficult to explain.

But what he didn't want even more was for this incident to remain a thorn in Winslow's heart after they met again. As long as it wasn't explained clearly, it would always exist.

this is not good.

But Winslow shook his head.

I dare not listen, I dare not recall.

He just buried himself in Jinchen's arms, enjoying the hug after five years.

Until his breathing became long and deep, after being emotionally agitated and calmed down, he fell into a deep sleep in this safe embrace.

In the quiet lounge, Jinchen sighed softly and hugged the person in his arms tighter.