Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

Wen Liang held on in the darkness, his breathing seemed to be getting thinner and thinner. He listened to Luan Zhou's words which were tantamount to a courtship, and his rationality was pulled out and whipped.

Wen Liang suddenly patted Luan Zhou's chest with his hand, palm facing up:

"Where's the other earring? Give it to me!"

Luan Zhou stopped his coquettish and pleading murmurs, reached into his pocket, took out the earrings he was carrying and gave them to Wen Liang.

"I actually chose this earring back then, and it's very similar to the one you gave me..."

Wen Liang didn't wait for Luan Zhou to speak. He picked up the earring, took a deep breath, and pierced his earlobe.

Luan Zhou could see Wen Liang's movements clearly, and he quickly propped up his upper body to stop him. The wardrobe was shaken by his violent movements.

The person who was originally very afraid of pain actually gritted his teeth and inserted the earring in with all his strength.

Soon the smell of blood spread in the narrow and confined space.

Wen Liang was sitting on Luan Zhou at this time. When Luan Zhou sat up, Wen Liang also sat up straight. There was the hem of clothes hanging above their heads, which was getting in the way and scratching their heads. Luan Zhou was afraid that the clothes would touch Wen Liang's ears, so he quickly stretched out his hand to block the hem of Wen Liang's head.

Wen Liang didn't move after getting his earrings pierced, and Luan Zhou didn't dare to move either.

After a while, after a very quiet sob, Wen Liang's barely calm voice came out:

"Jin Yuan wanted me to wear it. He is you, so you must want me to wear it too. Are you happy now? Can I go out now?"

In fact, Luan Zhou was more than just happy. He and Wen Liang were wearing couple earrings, and he was almost going crazy with joy.

Luan Zhou carefully hugged Wen Liang's waist, leaned over to the boy's ear where he had just had an earring pierced, and gently stroked his ear:

"Baby, if you kiss me again and agree to be with me, I will be happier."

Wen Liang's ears were already hurting, and he didn't even dare to breathe hard. His vision was blurry, and he felt stuffy, painful, and had difficulty breathing... He couldn't help but want to cry.

He thought he had tried very hard, but the mission goal had to be forked. Not only the mission goal, but even he himself was a fork.

It was already difficult to trim the forks here and there, and when they were getting extremely anxious, Luan Zhou was still messing around and made another fork.

But he still owed Luan Zhou more than 1.6 million points, and he couldn't turn against his biological father who gave him the points, but his biological father clearly wanted to commit incest and take advantage of him.

Wen Liang couldn't help but burst into tears as he thought about it.

The smile on Luan Zhou's face froze instantly. He hurriedly wiped Wen Liang's tears, and listened to Wen Liang crying and telling him about everything that happened fifteen years later in the blink of an eye.

Luan Zhou was stunned when he heard Wen Liang crying and begging him to retract his magical powers and leave.

"I'm sorry..." The man in front of him suddenly became weak. He raised his legs and hugged Wen Liang between his body. He couldn't help but touch the bleeding and red flesh and blame himself.

If he hadn't been jealous and used the [plot omitted] props in advance, perhaps Wen Liang would have completed his mission by now...

"Knock knock--" The knock on the door startled Wen Liang and he stopped crying. Like a frightened deer, he originally used 30% of his strength, but now he used all of his strength to push Luan Zhou open and look outside the cabinet.

Luan Zhou suppressed his annoyed expression, and looked outside with his eyelashes following Wen Liang's movements, his eyes looking terrifyingly sinister.

Wen Liang finally climbed out of the closet in a hurry. He looked down at his messy clothes, patted them with his hands, wiped his tears, turned around, pushed Luan Zhou who came out of the closet back, and closed the closet door.

Wen Liang went to open the door, and it was Ji Jueming who heard his crying and came to ask.

His eyes were still red, and Wen Liang couldn't pretend that nothing was wrong. He didn't look like he was fine.

Wen Liang was still thinking about what excuse to make when he heard Ji Jueming say distressedly: "Are you so annoyed by us that you can't do anything about it?"

They harassed Wen Liang endlessly like this, harassed his soul after his death, and intruded into his new life after he came back. No one would feel good about it.

"Don't hide and cry secretly," Ji Jueming wiped the water stains from Wen Liang's eyes, "In fact, I have something to say to you that will always count."

Wen Liang looked up at him. After fifteen years, Ji Jueming smiled at the boy with the same heart-moving smile he gave him on that midsummer night. "Hold the other end of the rope in your hand. I'll be obedient."

The tenderness and pity in Ji Jueming's eyes almost turned into reality, allowing Wen Liang to vaguely understand the meaning.

"Then...then if I tell you to leave, will you listen?"

Ji Jueming's smile faded little by little, and it took him a long time to say, "Yes."

Each word was like a piece of flesh torn out from the chest.

Ji Jueming's calm attitude seemed as if he would die immediately as long as Wen Liang nodded.

Wen Liang didn't expect that the thing that worried him every day would turn out to be a good thing.

"Hum" a very light hum was heard. It was Shen Sinan who was standing in the corner leaning against the wall watching the show.

Shen Sinan was wearing very little. In late autumn, such thin and close-fitting pajamas had no other effect except showing off his excellent muscle lines.

He saw Wen Liang looking at him, lowering his crossed arms, and walking towards him in slippers.

The man took out a warm handkerchief from somewhere and bent down slightly to wipe Wen Liang's cat-like face:

"Someone has withdrawn," Shen Sinan said cheerfully, "My goodness, now it's only me and Jin Yuan left. With a 50% chance of winning, who do you bet on winning?"

Wen Liang curled his lips: I don't know, brother, including Luan Zhou, Ning Ran, and Boss Jin

——In fact, the probability has always been one in six.

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On the second day, Ji Jueming got up at five o'clock, washed rice, peeled shrimps, cooked porridge, and stir-fried vegetables... He did everything to wake up Shen Sinan.

"The porridge in the pot will be ready in half an hour. Remember to serve it out before Ranran gets up."

Shen Sinan slept on the balcony on an iron bed temporarily set up by his assistant. He looked at Ji Jueming calmly.

Ji Jueming was already dressed and looked like he was planning to leave to fulfill his promise.

He was about to say something, but was stopped by Shen Sinan, "I know how to raise him and take care of him, I don't need you to teach me."

Ji Jueming swallowed back the words he was about to say.

He looked back at Shen Sinan with the same calmness.

Shen Sinan was the most beautiful among the three of them, with a kind of fragility that was almost poisonous, but Ji Jueming had always had a strange intuition that Wen Liang actually liked Shen Sinan's appearance the most.

Shen Sinan is not stupid, he must know this, so he is very good at using this to win favor.

But even if Shen Sinan grew into a flower, Ji Jue knew that Shen Sinan's future path would definitely overlap with his, the only difference was whether he started earlier or later.

But even knowing this, Ji Jueming still envied Shen Sinan, envied him for being able to stay with Wen Liang for a longer period of time.

"I left just to make him happy. I don't want to see him cry anymore. You are more cruel than me."

Ji Jueming said, "So you don't love him as much as I do."

Shen Sinan sneered, got up, walked around Ji Jueming and went to the bathroom to wash up.

For the sake of his concubine, he dressed himself up carefully every day, to show his appearance as a husband and his glory as a wife. He thought Wen Liang would definitely be happy.

Shen Sinan looked at the cold and pale man in the mirror, thinking about what Ji Jueming said before he left.

Some people live for love, some live for money, some live for fame and fortune... When Wen Liang left him, he truly felt that all the happiness and hope in his future life had been taken away, and everything was meaningless.

He lives for gentleness.

What he desperately clung to was nothing more than his own lingering life.