Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

After receiving the plot, Lan Qian looked at the time.

One o'clock.

It was late and she was sleepy.

She stood up and walked to the door of Mo Chen's bedroom and knocked gently.

After a few seconds, the door opened.

The tall man stood at the door with a calm look in his eyes. As they stood face to face, Lan Qian realized that he was actually a head taller than her. In front of him, she was like a little girl who had not grown up.

"what's up?"

He spoke, his voice as calm as always.

Lan Qian looked up at him.

"I'm sleepy, where should I sleep?"

The man was slightly stunned, as if he had never thought about this question before. He was silent for a while, then pointed to a room next to him: "The guest room... is over here."

It's just that no one has ever lived there.

I don't know if there is any dust.

"What about the bathroom?"

Lan Qian asked again.

The man was silent again: "That corner over there."

After he finished speaking, he fixed his calm gaze on the girl's wound for a moment and said, "Injury..."

"I don't have any change of clothes. Can you help me find some?"

Before he could finish, Lan Qian walked towards the bathroom.

Looking at the girl's figure, Mo Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. Before the girl walked into the bathroom, he still finished speaking, his voice sounding emotionless: "The wound should not touch water."

After the bathroom door was completely closed, the man lowered his eyes indifferently.

A change of clothes?

Of course he wouldn't have her here.

Do you want to buy it?

His eyes lowered and fell on the hands of the watch. His calm mind hesitated for a second between buying a new one and finding one at random. Then he turned around and walked back to the room.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

There were rhythmic knocks on the door.

"clothing."

A calm voice came through the bathroom door. Lan Qian wrapped herself in a bath towel and opened the door a crack. She saw the man with his back to her, one hand reaching out to the bathroom door, holding a bag filled with clothes.

Lan Qian took the bag from his hand.

The soft white fingertips seemed to accidentally touch the man's fingers, which were still slightly wet with the mist from the bathroom, like a breeze with drizzle gently blowing by, an extremely strange yet unique feeling.

Mo Chen's fingers moved slightly.

There seemed to be a ripple in those quiet and calm eyes.

"Thank you."

After taking the clothes, the girl thanked him and closed the bathroom door again. She took a bath without any guard, as if she was not worried at all about what he would do to her, even though he had just killed someone in front of her not long ago.

Mo Chen stood quietly at the bathroom door for a while.

Return to the room slowly.

There was a pistol on the bedside table in the room. It was the one he brought with him when he went out, and he had just taken it out of his pocket. His eyes fell on the pistol, and his slender fingers slowly stroked the gun body and trigger. After a while, he turned around and walked out calmly.

When Lan Qian came out, she didn't see Mo Chen.

I don't know if he is in the room or somewhere else.

She didn't care much and planned to go to the living room to get some water to drink.

As soon as she walked into the living room, she saw a man on the sofa with a laptop in front of him. She didn't know what he was doing. When he heard footsteps, the man raised his eyes, and his hand tapping the mouse paused. His brown eyes stayed on her for a few seconds, and then moved away calmly.

At his viewing height, when he looked up, he inevitably saw the girl's white and smooth legs under the loose white shirt.

Faintly visible, attracting people's imagination.

Seeing that the man didn't say anything, Lan Qian paused for a moment and said in a gentle voice, "I'm thirsty. Come and drink some water."

As she spoke, she walked straight to the refrigerator.

She probably already knew the character of men in this world, which was probably indifference and not caring about anything, so she didn't expect him to say anything and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water.

It’s just that the bottle cap is a little difficult to open.

Lan Qian looked at her hands. Her slender white fingers and palms had turned red, as if she had been hit. The bottle cap on the bottle did not move at all. Her eyes moved between her palm and the bottle cap before she fell silent.

This body is so fragile.

Without using her own strength, she couldn't even open the bottle cap.

She looked at the bottle again. The cap was sealed very well, and every connection with the bottle body was tight without any gaps.

...Well, it must be the bottle cap.

Just as she was about to twist again, the bottle of water in her hand was suddenly taken away.

She turned her head and looked up.

The tall man had a blank expression on his face, his calm eyes fell on the water in his hands, and his slender fingers with beautiful lines slowly and methodically exerted a little force, easily twisting the bottle cap open.

He calmly handed her the water.

"……Thanks."

Lan Qian took it and drank the water.

She had thanked him several times today, and this time, just like before, the man did not say anything in response.

But he didn't seem to have any intention of leaving. After helping her open the bottle cap, he stood there, waiting for Lan Qian to put the remaining bottle of water back into the refrigerator. When she turned around, she almost bumped into him.

"what happened?"

She looked up at him and spoke in confusion.

The man's eyes calmly fell on the shirt she was wearing, then moved slightly downwards and paused for a moment before saying calmly, "I remember getting the pants for you."

Pants?

Lan Qian was silent for a while.

The pants were so long that even when she pulled them all the way up, a large part of them still dragged on the ground.

Not easy to wear.

She looked down at what she was wearing.

“I think it’s good to wear it like this.”

This shirt should be his. It is very wide and long. She has a petite figure and the hem of the shirt basically reaches her knees. The material of the shirt is also not transparent, so there is no problem wearing it like this.

After all, in front of him, she doesn't have to worry about anything.

"Very good..."

He whispered something, which was not clear.

Then he slowly took a step forward, trapping the girl between himself and the refrigerator, and looked into her eyes with his head slightly lowered, his eyes cold and without a trace of emotion: "Do you dress like this in front of any man?"

An inexplicable emotion seemed to surge in my heart.

A little depressed, and seemed to have a hint of anger.

Even he himself doesn't know why.

But his voice remained calm.

Lan Qian looked at the man's indifferent eyes, and then observed his expression that showed no emotion. She smiled lightly and said in a soft voice, "Of course not. This is my first time to a man's house, and the first time I've dressed like this."

Hearing the girl's answer, the uncomfortable feeling in Mo Chen's heart suddenly dissipated, but he then frowned almost imperceptibly.

Even if the girl dresses like this, it has nothing to do with him.

His brown eyes fixed for a moment, and he didn't ask any more questions. He turned around and said calmly: "Go to bed early."