Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

In the fog, Mo Chen felt as if someone was staring at him as soon as he entered. He paused and lowered his eyes, but continued to walk deeper into the valley, intending to get the Lingmu Fruit first.

Suddenly, the surrounding fog changed.

The fog was moving slowly, as if in a regular pattern. The grey fog was stacked up layer by layer. More and more fog gathered together, transforming into thick black fog without a trace of light, like a dark and endless abyss.

And he was surrounded in the middle.

This is... a formation.

Mo Chen's eyes were slightly cold.

Someone is setting up an array to trap him to death here.

the other side.

Mo Xuan passed through the fog from another direction and came to the place where the Lingmu fruit grew. This place was extremely dark, but a beam of sunlight shone in from a cliff, and under that beam of sunlight, a crystal white fruit was growing.

This is the Lingmu fruit.

Mo Xuan's eyes lit up and he immediately flew forward.

But suddenly, a ferocious beast that looked very much like a tiger jumped out from the side. This ferocious beast should be guarding the Lingmu Fruit. When it saw someone appear here, it immediately attacked the person.

The ferocious beast guarding here is naturally very powerful, but Mo Xuan's martial arts has now reached the highest level, so dealing with such a ferocious beast is no problem.

After a few moves, the ferocious beast was knocked down.

The Lingmu Fruit was picked successfully by Mo Xuan.

Once again returning to the top of the valley, the evil spirit had disappeared. He glanced at the fog at the bottom of the valley, which was even darker than before. His dark and unfathomable eyes stayed in the middle of the fog for a few seconds.

Then he turned and left.

……

On Zixiao Mountain.

Lan Qian counted the days since Mo Chen left. Nearly seven days had passed since he left. According to the normal schedule, he should be back soon.

Suddenly, she sensed a familiar breath.

"Mo Chen!"

Lan Qian suddenly turned around, her delicate little face showing joy.

The light blue ribbon still covered her eyes. The girl smiled sweetly, and her happiness was obvious. Her smile was like the most beautiful flower, making people unable to help but immerse themselves in it.

This is the joy of being in the presence of the one you love.

The man's eyes dimmed.

In silence, he walked step by step to the girl.

"You're finally back," Lan Qian held his arm and felt around him anxiously, saying, "The Nether Valley is full of dangers. Are you hurt?"

The person being asked did not answer.

"Mo Chen?"

There was a hint of doubt in Lan Qian's voice.

The man in front of her didn't move or speak, he just stood quietly in front of her, letting her hold his hand. Such silence made Lan Qian realize that something was wrong.

She paused for a moment.

Finally realizing something, her hand holding the man froze.

"You are...Mo Xuan."

The sound of joy seemed to fade away all of a sudden. She took a step back, and her slender white hand slowly loosened the man's arm. But at the moment she completely let go, she was suddenly grabbed tightly by a big hand.

Lan Qian was shocked.

After realizing what was happening, he struggled to break free.

"Mo Xuan, let go."

The slender and beautiful big hands tightly wrapped around the delicate wrist. The more she struggled, the tighter it was held. The girl's skin was too delicate, and a slight force left faint red marks.

Mo Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, a barely perceptible annoyance flashed across his face, and the strength on his hands involuntarily relaxed a little.

But still didn't let go.

"Mo Xuan."

Lan Qian's tone became heavier.

It's a bit colder too.

He knew that she didn't like him.

Mo Xuan lowered his eyelashes slightly, and a hint of dimness flashed in his dark eyes, so quickly that it was almost imperceptible.

When he raised his eyes again, there was a dark current in his eyes.

"Qianqian doesn't like me touching you," the man said calmly, his tone seemed to be calm, his voice was slightly hoarse because he hadn't spoken for a few days, "You only like him, right..."

Lan Qian paused and said nothing.

Silence is default.

But Mo Xuan didn't seem to care. He slowly lowered his head and moved closer to her.

Sensing his approach, Lan Qian wanted to step back, but as soon as she moved, Mo Xuan's other hand wrapped around her waist. He pulled her slightly closer to his arms, and she was almost touching his body.

"Mo Xuan!"

Lan Qian placed her hands on his chest.

She calmed herself down a little, and tried to be as calm and composed as possible: "I have made it very clear, I will only be with Mo Chen in this life."

The girl's voice was not loud, and her tone was not heavy, but every word she spoke was calm and clear, like the sharpest blade in the world, stabbing his heart again and again.

It hurts.

I'm not injured, so why does it hurt so much?

"What if..." He paused for a moment, as if to ease the deepest pain in his heart, but his dark eyes kept staring at the girl's face, not missing any of her expressions, "What if I touched you today?"