Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

When Wen Liang rushed home, he saw Ji Jueming kneeling in the living room as soon as he entered the door.

Ji Jueming seems more mature than his peers. He completely fits the characteristics of a male protagonist in a sadistic novel: a silent, depressed male protagonist who struggles through the cold wind and blizzard of the night.

He knelt on his knees in the hall, facing the ancestral hall of the Wen family's old house. Father Wen held a whip in his hand and raised it high, whipping Ji Jueming so hard that he almost couldn't kneel down.

The impact of this scene was too strong. Wen Liang covered his head with his hands as a headache came over him. Past memories flooded into his mind.

It was the same before. Since Ji Jueming was ten years old, he had been taking care of the original owner, Wen Ran. He was still young at that time, and when he didn't take care of the original owner to his liking or when the original owner got hurt, the original owner would complain to his father.

The Wen family went to great lengths to save their son's life, and they treated him like their own life, so Ji Jueming would always be punished at this time.

A teenage boy knelt in front of someone else's ancestral temple and was whipped until his skin was torn because he did not pretend to be as obedient as a dog.

After the two grew up, Ji Jueming was not beaten so often, but whenever Wen's father called him back, he would turn from a human into a dog.

Wen Liang's breathing became rapid due to the pressure from those memories. He didn't even have time to take off his shoes. When he saw his father raising his hand again, he rushed over and threw himself on Ji Jueming's back.

The whip was raised without being retracted, and it directly hit Wen Liang on the back.

Wen Liang thought it would hurt, but he didn't expect it to hurt so much.

He felt a sudden white blur in front of his eyes, and waves of white noise kept ringing, followed by pain from lack of oxygen to the brain. He didn't even dare to move his hands that were around Ji Jueming's neck, for fear that any movement would cause more pain.

He seemed to hear Father Wen's shocked shouts and Mother Wen's cries as she rushed over.

He couldn't hear clearly, but just hugged Ji Jueming tightly.

Every time Ji Jueming returned to the Wen family, he acted as if his soul had left his body and he was an ignorant and insensitive object. He accepted everything in silence, without resistance or questioning.

The force with which Wen Ran hit him was so great that even a temperatureless object would have been displaced by him.

The soul returned to the body in shock. Ji Jueming opened his eyes from unconsciousness, and the first thing to greet him was severe pain.

The second one is Wen Ran.

He was stunned in confusion.

Father Wen wanted to push him away, but the boy hugged his neck tightly, his eyes half closed and tears kept flowing out.

Ji Jueming listened to the boy's crying and reacted. He immediately picked him up and ran upstairs to the bedroom: "Go call a doctor!"

Wen Liang knew that it was Ji Jueming who was holding him, and he thought with regret that the self-torture trick was not good at all, and he would not use it next time.

The boy clung to the man's neck and complained incoherently:

"Mu Tou, why...why are you so stubborn? I lied for you. If you knew you would be beaten, you shouldn't have come here...and you didn't listen to me..."

The young man's breath, with the fragrance of Chinese medicine, wafted into Ji Jueming's ears. Ji Jueming's heart, which had just come back to life from a dead object, beat again and again, faster and faster, and more and more urgently, as if it was going to break through his chest and rush out.

He carried the man to the bedroom, but as soon as he put him down, the boy's back hit the bed and he cried out in pain, clinging to his arms like a little octopus and unable to get down.

Ji Jueming had no choice but to turn him over and let him lie face down. When he stood up, he found that his hands were shaking...

The entire Wen family was in an uproar. From Wen's father to Wen's mother, and even to the servants, they were all busy going up and down the stairs, fetching things, calling for help...

Ji Jueming sat beside Wen Ran's bed, and he seemed to have fallen into a state of isolation from the world again.

But there was one more person in front of him.

A person whose tears are silent.

But most of his sufferings also came from him, so what was his worry?

Wen Ran almost fainted from crying because of a whip mark on his back, but what did the marks on his back accumulated over the years matter?

Mother Wen was a dignified woman, but she could not remain calm when it came to her son. She pulled Ji Jueming's clothes and asked him to stay away from her son.

"It's all your fault! If anything happens to Xiaoran, I won't forgive you!"

"Mom," Wen Fei hurriedly stopped her mother, "It wasn't Brother Jue Ming who asked Brother to stop you. Brother didn't want Dad to hit him. It wasn't a big deal. Brother didn't say anything. Who told Dad to hit Brother Jue Ming?"

"That won't work! That won't work!" Mother Wen's voice was shrill as she cried.

Ji Jueming closed his eyes and took a long breath. The whip wounds on his back were still bleeding, but no one cared.

“I went to the ancestral hall and knelt down.”

Ji Jueming left a word indifferently and turned to leave, but his hand was grabbed by a cold hand.

Wen Liang had almost recovered. He held onto Ji Jueming's hand tightly and sobbed, "You have to see the doctor even if he comes. The injury on your back is more serious than mine."

Ji Jueming's eyelashes trembled, and his increasingly rapid heartbeat paused for a moment.

It turns out someone cares.

Wen Ran cares.

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Jin Yuan had not skipped a single class during the first few days of his freshman year, which scared his father so much that he thought his son had some mental problems and insisted that he take time out to go see a psychiatrist with him.

Jin Yuan was so annoyed by his father that he moved back to the dormitory.

He threw the ball up and made a beautiful three-pointer.

But he couldn't be happy.

Wen Ran clearly said that we would meet at the beginning of school, but half a month has passed and nowhere is he.

Because Jin Yuan comes to the basketball court at a fixed time every Wednesday, more and more people come to watch him play basketball. Some of them are more punctual than him and bring him water and food.

Jin Yuan looks very sunny. He is a male college athlete with a good figure and two shallow dimples when he smiles.

It's just that he doesn't smile often, and he never accepts water from anyone.

I don’t know what happened today, but I actually accepted an ice cream from a little girl.

Jin Yuan opened the package but didn't eat it. He just left it there. He didn't know what happened to him. His eyes were wandering around.

Suddenly he sat up with a somersault. At the convenience store far away from the basketball court, a teenager in a baseball cap was buying water from a vending machine.

In the middle of summer, everyone else bought cold drinks, but he chose a hot canned milk tea.

Who else could it be if not Wen Ran.

Jin Yuan stuffed the ice cream back into the bag and gave it back to the still excited girl. He dropped the ball he had been playing half court with and ran to find his roommate.