Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Winslow's whole body was tense, and the curve from the back of his neck to his spine fit perfectly in Jinchen's arms, with no extra space.

But it couldn't fill the hole in his heart, as if there was a hole for the wind to leak out, and the slightest disturbance was enough to make him feel uneasy.

The look Jinchen gave others and his attitude when speaking would make Winslow unhappy.

It would be nice if my brother could only see me every day.

Why not.

Isn't that what they used to do?

Winslow looked up at Jinchen, his eyes moist, and lightly brushed over the topic of whether or not he was obedient.

"Brother, it hurts." Winslow said coquettishly in a hoarse voice.

Seeing this, Jinchen immediately suggested: "Then don't do boxing anymore. It's too dangerous and it hurts me to watch."

But Winslow glared at him, "I don't want to hear that."

It shouldn't be this sentence, it shouldn't be this tone.

The anxiety eventually turned into surging resentment. He felt as if his heart was entangled by a poisonous snake. He pushed Jinchen away violently, and pushed him to the corner of the ring by his shoulders.

No one dared to trespass.

"Why are you still talking to others? Why aren't you paying attention to me? Do you... do you still want to leave me?"

"I'm not important to you at all!"

Winslow was so excited that his teeth trembled when he spoke, and he bit the tip of his tongue uncontrollably, causing a sharp pain.

Uneasy and desperate.

"No, dear..."

Jinchen hugged him distressedly and whispered to comfort him: "Calm down first and listen to your brother's explanation."

“I can’t calm down.”

There was a fine chill on Winslow's forehead, and he was like a frightened and resentful ghost who needed desperately to gain a sense of security.

The cold fingers covered Jinchen's neck tightly, trembling as she felt his pulse and heartbeat, and then slowly tightened.

"You don't care about me..."

Winslow's eyes flushed and his voice trembled, as if he was saying the most heart-wrenching and vicious words in the world, hurting the listeners and making his heart bleed.

"If you cared about me, you wouldn't leave...you wouldn't abandon me. I hate you...I hate you..."

However, Jinchen could clearly see from Winslow's moist eyes the fragility that was overflowing and about to collapse.

It is not a pleasant feeling to have your throat tightly strangled.

Jinchen sighed, feeling that this kid was just going to pierce his heart before he was done.

He stood up suddenly, turned around and pressed Winslow against the wall, raised his chin with his palm, and his bony fingers left indentations.

Winslow's breathing tightened instantly, and he was forced to look up, making the curve of his neck seem a little fragile.

A bitter smile appeared on Jinchen's lips, and his tone was dangerous.

"you hate me?"

Winslow's eyes were hot and he remained silent.

Jinchen: "I asked Yunran who made your arm like this, so I can take revenge."

"When have I ever cared about anyone other than you?"

"You don't want to hear the reason why I disappeared, but you hate me for abandoning you for five years. Wen Xiaoluo, you are becoming more and more capable."

Winslow caught a glimpse of the red marks on Jinchen's neck caused by his pinching, and his heart was torn into pieces. His eyelashes trembled as he tried hard to hold back the pain.

He was suddenly very scared.

There are some things that you can never forget even after ten years.

That man, his father, the cage from which he could never escape.

Because I fell in love with Jinchen, I became like that.

"elder brother……"

When Winslow was afraid, he would habitually rely on Jinchen, looking at the man in front of him with heavy, blank pupils.

"sorry."

He murmured, as if he had just woken up from a trance, or as if he had only temporarily suppressed the paranoia in his heart, turning it into deeper emotions.

Winslow touched the red mark on Jinchen's neck, tears accumulating in his eyes and rolling down without stopping.

Jinchen slowly let go of Winslow's face, stood up, and looked at him from a distance, but Winslow couldn't help but feel scared. He held Jinchen's hand and said, "Don't... Brother, don't ignore me, I was wrong..."

"I just... don't want you to contact others, I want you to comfort me..."

The hot tears rolled down and hit the back of Jinchen's hand, burning his heart and making it tremble.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 75! 】

Jinchen suddenly lowered his eyes, staring at Winslow's fragile and affectionate expression, and hugged him again.

"My dear, let me ask you."

He stroked Winslow's cheek gently, his voice slightly hesitant but it disappeared in an instant.

"You don't like me talking to others. Why?"

Sure enough, Winslow in his arms stiffened his back, like a liar who was caught with something wrong, he was at a loss but couldn't wait to find some excuse.

But in the end, under such a fiery gaze, and having just experienced such intense emotional ups and downs, Winslow could no longer find any reason.

In just a few seconds, Winslow was torn between his conscience and his desires. He whimpered in self-abandonment as if waiting to be judged, but buried his head in Jinchen's arms and refused to let go.

"I like you."

They had said this many times before.

Most of the time, Winslow received a lot of compliments and gifts from Jinchen. He was so happy that he hugged Jinchen's neck from behind the sofa and said he liked it.

Or maybe after a fragile nightmare, desperately wanting to feel safe, she would beg Jinchen to say she loved him over and over again.

But that's not what Winslow wants.

He wants something that no one can replace, only the liking for each other, or rather, love.

Winslow was afraid to say it out loud, because any kind of liking he expressed might be taken back.

But what finally came was a gentler kiss on the lips.

This is a position that has never been held before, not for any reward or anything else, just what Winslow wanted.

He was so surprised that he couldn't believe it. When he opened his eyes, he was dazed and confused, but the deepening kiss made Winslow lose the ability to think.

Jinchen's kiss was gentle, delicate, and soothing, and he didn't separate until Winslow was completely obedient.

"It's my fault," Jinchen's tone was much more relaxed, and his slightly hoarse and magnetic voice reached Winslow's ears directly, making him feel a little itchy, but he didn't dare to miss a word.

"I thought that Guaibao would be more adaptable to the role of older brother after the reunion."

Winslow didn't know what he was thinking of, and he corrected in a soft voice: "To be precise, you are not my brother now, Sigmund."

Jinchen laughed, "Yes, it is a relationship status."

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Dear auditor, Xiao Luo started dating after he turned 20 and had no behavior that crossed the line before that.

Jinchen even changed his body and identity. They have no relatives at all~