Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

night.

When one's cultivation reaches their level, they basically don't need to sleep or rest. Lan Qian doesn't care. If there is nothing to do, she can use rest to pass the time. Mo Chen has been seizing the time to practice, hoping that his strength can be improved as soon as possible so that he can kill the God.

Today is no exception.

On the wide bed, a noble man in white clothes was meditating with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, the man's long eyelashes moved slightly.

The next moment, the black eyes as vast as the night opened, and deep in those dark eyes were filled with undisguised cruelty and ruthlessness.

"Knock knock knock", there was a knock on the door.

"Mo Chen?"

The girl's gentle voice came from outside the door. The man's eyes paused, and the violent aura on his body subsided a little.

"Come in."

The door opened and Lan Qian walked in.

"Let me take a look at your injuries."

Although the medicine she gave should be fine and the bleeding of the man's wound had stopped during the day, the injury was too serious and she had to see it with her own eyes to feel at ease.

"Miss Lan's medicine is very useful."

Mo Chen took out the bottle of medicine from his personal space. This small bottle was really exquisite. I don’t know what material it was made of. It didn’t feel cold in the hand, but instead it exuded a warm feeling.

"As long as it's useful."

Lan Qian came to the edge of the bed, leaned slightly closer to him, and her slender white fingers gently fell on the white clothes on his chest. She still remembered that the bloodstain was the heaviest here before, and the glaring bright red dyed layer after layer.

"Does it still hurt?"

she asked softly.

Mo Chen tightened his grip on the medicine bottle.

Does it hurt?

From childhood to adulthood, this body has been whipped countless times. Every time, the waste endured it silently. He felt every moment of the heart-piercing pain. He had long been numb to the pain.

This was the first time someone asked him if it hurt.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

His voice lowered a few notches.

With the girl’s pill, it really doesn’t hurt this time.

"Let me help you apply the medicine," Lan Qian took the small medicine bottle from him and said as she sat down on the edge of the bed, "This medicine needs to be applied at least twice a day so that the wound can heal faster."

"I..." Mo Chen's eyes paused slightly, as if hesitating, but under the girl's concerned gaze, he finally nodded, "Okay."

He undressed.

The man had a great figure and fair skin, but Lan Qian had no intention of appreciating him at this moment. Her eyes were only on the hideous scars that crisscrossed and penetrated deep into the bones.

The wounds all over his body were shocking.

Even though she was mentally prepared, when she actually saw these horrific scars, Lan Qian couldn't help but tear up.

"Mo Chen..."

She clenched her palms tightly.

"I'll help you kill him!"

The girl's reaction made Mo Chen feel happy.

It feels so good to be cared for by others.

But killing that person...

"I'll do it myself."

A trace of cruelty flashed across his eyes. He lowered his eyes to look at the girl. Seeing that her eyes were only on his scars, he couldn't help but want to know what she was thinking: "That man is my father after all. If I kill him with my own hands, would you think that I am a traitor and unforgivable to heaven and earth?"

"will not."

Lan Qian didn't hesitate at all.

"He is not worthy of being your father."

There were so many hideous scars on the man's body. There was hardly a single piece of healthy skin. It was unknown how many whips had fallen on it. Even some old scars could be seen in some places.

Old wounds have not healed, and new wounds have been added.

She didn't know how he had survived all these years.

"Don't move, I'll apply the medicine for you."

She applied the medicine carefully, not daring to use any force. "If it hurts, tell me."

The girl's warm fingertips gently touched him, from his scarred shoulders to his chest and then to his waist and abdomen. His wounds did not hurt, but his heart seemed sick and was beating violently.

Mo Chen lowered his head slightly and looked at her. The girl had a focused expression, and her pure eyes showed worry, heartache, and a touch of indelible tenderness.

If only...it could always be like this.

The dark eyes grew darker.

Unconsciously, a hint of possessiveness gradually appeared in his eyes.

……

After finally applying the medicine to all the wounds, Lan Qian breathed a sigh of relief. Her white and warm fingers were about to move away from the last scar, but were suddenly held by the man.

Lan Qian was stunned for a moment.

"Mo Chen?"

She didn't move and let him hold it.

The man remained silent for a moment. His large, cold hands wrapped around the girl's slender, white flesh, and he felt the warmth of the girl's palms continuously flowing into his palms. It seemed that his heart was also beginning to warm up.

He raised his eyes, his dark pupils were as deep as the starry night.

"Why are you so nice to me?"

Hearing this, a gentle and beautiful smile spread across Lan Qian's face. His reflection was reflected in her beautiful eyes, and her gaze into his was full of tenderness.

"Because...I like you."