Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

With a soft "creaky" sound, the door was gently opened. Mo Chen walked lightly to the bedside and looked at the girl who was sleeping soundly. A hint of tenderness appeared in his dark eyes.

He climbed into bed carefully.

In order to avoid waking the girl, he held her in his arms gently.

"Mo Chen..."

The girl in his arms murmured.

Mo Chen thought she was awake, so he quickly lowered his eyes to look at her, but he saw that the girl was not awake. She just seemed to sense his breath in a half-asleep state and leaned into his arms subconsciously.

His lips unconsciously curved up.

"Sleep peacefully, my Qianqian."

Holding the girl tighter in his arms, Mo Chen quietly closed his eyes and fell asleep with the girl.

……

"Kill him! Kill him! ..."

In a dark and eerie alley, several children who looked to be in their teens surrounded a boy who was a few years old and kept throwing stones at him.

The boy was very delicate, with a pretty face like a carefully carved porcelain doll. The only difference was that unlike ordinary children, the boy's hair was silver and his eyes were blood red.

He was also very weak. Facing the bullying of these children, he had no strength to resist and could only curl up on the ground.

There were wounds of varying sizes on his body, and bright red blood was flowing out of his body. Some of the blood was dripping onto the ground, and some of it was stuck to his already dirty clothes, making him look in a miserable state.

"Look, this bastard's blood is the same as ours!"

"It's unlucky that he is the same as us!"

"A hybrid of a vampire and a human, and he wants to play with us. Look at his hair and eyes. They were black yesterday, but they turned into this today. He's a monster!"

"Yes! He is a monster that is neither human nor ghost!"

"Monster! Bastard!"

"Kill him quickly, or he will suck our blood!"

……

Countless insults and humiliations were directed at the boy who was curled up on the ground. His body was shaking with pain, but he never cried out and endured it silently from beginning to end.

There was only endless haze and darkness in those blood-red eyes hidden by long and thick eyelashes.

Finally, the kids got tired of fighting.

Stopped.

"Is he dead?"

They looked at the boy who was motionless and seemed to have no breath, and asked uncertainly, but no one dared to go forward to check.

"Should he be dead?"

One of the children took a step forward and looked at the boy curled up in the corner without moving. He felt a little uneasy and didn't dare to get too close, so he took two steps back.

"Forget about him. If he's not dead, we'll continue tomorrow."

"Yes, let's continue tomorrow!"

The other children agreed.

So they chatted and laughed and left together.

After they had left for a long time, the little boy finally moved, and his blood-red eyes slowly opened.

The vampires have experienced such scenes countless times.

The vampires didn't accept him, and humans... wanted him dead.

Unfortunately, these kids couldn't kill him.

With half vampire blood in his body, he has a strong repair ability and cannot be killed by ordinary weapons. The other half of his blood is human, so the sunlight and silver utensils that vampires fear are useless to him.

He is a monster.

No one can kill him.

Neither can he.

The little boy slowly stood up, and walked forward alone in the dark night, step by step, very slowly.

Later, the boy grew up.

He met the girl he loved.

The girl was a good girl, the kind of girl he had never expected to be. He carefully hid his identity, hoping that the girl would never discover his miserable life experience or the fact that he was a monster.

But later, the girl found out.

She wants to leave him.

"Don't go, Qianqian..."

He begged, holding her and not letting her leave.

But the girl pushed him away fiercely.

"You're a monster!"

He saw the girl's eyes filled with fear and disgust. Such eyes were like sharp blades that deeply hurt his heart.

"Mo Chen, I want to leave you."

"I never want to see you again!"

The girl left without looking back.

"No, Qianqian..."

"don't want--"

In the quiet room, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. He had not yet fully awakened from the nightmare. His dark eyes were almost filled with darkness, as if they would destroy everything in the world in the next moment.

"Mo Chen, what's wrong?"

A soft and gentle voice came into my ears.

The girl was still in his arms, looking at him worriedly.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

"Qianqian, Qianqian..."

Mo Chen hadn't fully come to his senses yet, but he had already subconsciously hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to melt her into his body.

Lan Qian didn’t know what kind of nightmare he had, so she could only hug him back, pat his back gently, and comfort him softly.

"I'm here."

"Mo Chen, I'm here..."

After a while, Mo Chen finally came to his senses, and the darkness in his black pupils slowly dissipated, but was replaced by a frightening paranoia and crazy possessiveness spreading from the bottom of his eyes.

"Qianqian, you are mine."

He hugged me tighter and his voice became lower and deeper.

"No matter what, you can only be mine."

"Okay~ I'm yours."

Lan Qian soothed softly.

"It's just yours, and it's always yours."