Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

"Mo Chen," Lan Qian gently held his hand covering her eyes and slowly pulled it away. Her beautiful eyes were gentle and tender. She raised her hand and gently stroked the lines on his right cheek. Under the man's uneasy gaze, she smiled gently, "It looks good. I like it very much."

"Really?"

The man's black eyes lit up slightly.

Lan Qian gently touched his face. When she saw the sweat on his forehead, she could no longer hold back the worry in her eyes. She tightened her grip on his hand and asked, "What's wrong with you? Is the poison acting up?"

She quickly felt for his pulse.

The pulse was disorderly and nothing could be detected.

"Mo Chen, tell me."

"I...I'm fine. I'll be fine in a while."

Mo Chen didn't want the girl to worry too much, so he tried his best to endure the severe pain all over his body and put on a smile: "Qianqian, please go out first, okay? I will recover in a while, really."

"No, I won't..."

"Qianqian, be good. If you stay here, I will hurt you."

Mo Chen interrupted her, he was almost losing his mind due to the uncontrollable violence and pain in his body.

"I'll take you out."

Seeing that the girl was unwilling to leave, he grabbed her hand and used the last bit of his rationality to lead her out of the secret room.

"Mo Chen, I won't leave."

Lan Qian struggled and refused to go out. In the stalemate, the pain in Mo Chen's body became more and more severe. His other clenched hand almost sank into his palm, and even a hint of scarlet seemed to flash in his eyes.

His movements suddenly stopped. Lan Qian felt the changes in Mo Chen. She raised her eyes and met the man's dark and bloodthirsty eyes.

"Mo Chen?"

She called him softly.

The next moment, she was firmly restrained.

The man on his body was filled with a strong sense of brutality and violence, his brows were filled with pain and depression, and it seemed as if he was struggling with something in his heart.

"Mo Chen, I'm here."

Lan Qian hugged him, her movements gentle and soothing.

But Mo Chen had already lost his mind, his bloodthirsty black eyes were full of violence, as if all the blood in his body was clamoring for destruction and attack, but he just held her tightly.

Subconsciously, I still don't want to hurt her.

Seeing this, Lan Qian did not hesitate.

The slender white fingers were stained with blue-white light, and they suddenly scratched his arm. In an instant, a stream of bright red blood oozed out of the snow-white skin.

She put her hand to Mo Chen's mouth.

"It won't hurt after you drink it, Mo Chen...just drink it."

The irrational man had no intention of drinking blood on his own initiative. Lan Qian was anxious and put her hand directly into his mouth. When his blood came into contact with him, Mo Chen subconsciously paused for a moment.

The bright red blood with the scent of medicine was like a warm current, flowing slowly through his dry heart, warming his body bit by bit, gently and carefully soothing the extreme pain in his body.

He closed his eyes and instinctively grabbed her hand.

Let yourself suck better.

Time passes little by little...

Lan Qian's face turned visibly pale. She lost too much blood this time, more than she had lost in this month. Fortunately, the violent aura on Mo Chen's body had been slowly calmed down.

The space between his brows was also slowly relaxing.

But suddenly, Lan Qian felt something strange in her body.

She frowned.

I still don't understand what's going on.

The next moment, she suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

The warmth in his arms suddenly disappeared. Mo Chen slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dark and enclosed space in front of him. He was confused for a moment as he had just regained consciousness and was not yet fully awake.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

"Qianqian?"

His eyes quickly swept around. He was the only one in the empty secret room, and it was as if the girl had never appeared.

But he remembered that the girl had come.

She was still here before she lost her mind.

And when my consciousness was in a state of confusion, I could still smell the familiar scent of medicine.

blood……

He raised his hand and touched his lips.

There was still some residual bright red liquid on it.

Sure enough, he drank Qianqian's blood again.

How much did he drink this time?

Where is Qianqian?

Mo Chen hurriedly walked out of the secret room. He thought Qianqian might have returned to the bedroom to rest due to excessive blood loss, but he felt a sense of uneasiness deep in his heart.

Qianqian stayed when his toxicity was at its worst, so how could she leave when he was about to wake up?

Will she...

No, don't think too much.

Qianqian said that she liked him.

She said she would always be with him.