Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Liang Yanze's ankle was pierced by the fragments and was instantly wrapped in black mist, tightly entwined.

He was completely trapped in the damp and cold fog, his vision was blurred and breathing was difficult.

His lips were forced open, and mist entered his mouth. He didn't even need to swallow, as the cold water poured in directly.

The Adam's apple was forced to roll rapidly, trying to accept this sudden gift.

But the influx of water was too fast and too much, far exceeding the speed at which it could be swallowed. The cold water overflowed from the corners of his lips, wetting the front of his shirt and leaving water stains.

The lips were wet with water and mist, and they were shining.

Jinchen looked at the scene in front of him and thought that his wife was particularly beautiful. He felt the urge to bully him more and make him show more different expressions.

Several strands of mist stretched out at the same time, hugging Liang Yanze's waist and chest, holding him in place.

The flow of water did not stop at all.

"No...ahem..."

Liang Yanze squeezed out a broken sound of resistance.

The throat and stomach were filled with pain and swelling from the excessive and rapid flow of ice water. Tears were forced out and the corners of the eyes were stained slightly red.

He subconsciously struggled backwards to avoid it, but this only allowed the monster's mist to penetrate deeper, almost reaching the depths of his throat.

The strong feeling of foreign body and suffocation made him want to retch, but he could not control his body from getting pleasure from the pain.

The two extreme feelings tore Liang Yanze apart, plunging him into unprecedented confusion.

He didn't know what to do and could only let out weak whimpers in vain.

The scene is strange, but because of his fragility, wetness and blur, it presents a strange beauty.

In a trance, Liang Yanze's remaining sanity and will to survive made him realize that obvious resistance would only arouse the monster's stronger desire for control.

He stopped pushing and resisting with difficulty, and his fingers trembled as he grasped a tentacle around his waist. His voice was like the breaths of a drowning man, intermittent and trembling with a pitiful tremor.

"Enough...enough...really..."

Jinchen reluctantly slowed down the flow of water, and the mist retreated from his mouth.

It accidentally brushed across his palate, causing another shudder spasm.

Liang Yanze was gasping for breath, his body was weak, and he was almost entirely supported by the cold refrigerator behind him and the tentacles wrapped around his waist.

He felt as if too much ice water had been forced into his stomach, causing it to feel slightly bloated and even a little painful.

Jinchen found that Liang Yanze's abdominal muscles were inexplicably bulging, so he covered them curiously and pressed them gently.

"Cough cough..."

Liang Yanze was so stimulated by this light press that he turned his head and couldn't help spitting out a large mouthful of water.

His vision was blurry and blurry, tears wet his eyelashes, and he looked back blankly at the black fog that enveloped him with extremely confused and even somewhat dull eyes, as if he couldn't understand the situation.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +5, totaling 15! 】

Jinchen was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, the black fog wrapped around him more tightly, almost enveloping Liang Yanze completely.

The extremely soft tentacles of mist gently brushed across Liang Yanze's wet cheeks, leaving a cool and lingering touch, like a silent kiss.

"How pitiful," Jinchen's heart was filled with pity and deeper infatuation.

"Wife, you are so beautiful."

Liang Yanze slowly came back to his senses and subconsciously looked down at the ground.

The broken glass bottle fragments had disappeared without a trace, even the water stains were clean, and the ankle that had been scratched by the fragments was also intact.

The black fog that caused the accident looked unusually well-behaved at this moment, clinging intimately and tightly to him, rubbing slowly and emitting a soothing scent of agarwood.

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night.

After Liang Yanze finished washing up, he leaned against the headboard in his pajamas and read the industry report on his tablet for a while. Finally, he couldn't resist the tiredness and turned off the lights and lay down.

It was also quiet outside the bedroom door.

After a while, a wisp of black mist, so thin that it was almost invisible, carefully drilled in from the gap under the door.

It spread hesitantly in the darkness, and finally stopped by the bed, condensing into a vague outline, looking innocent and aggrieved. After looking for a while, it slowly retreated.

Jinchen didn't quite understand.

He just wanted to give his wife some water, so why did he break the rules?

The human body is obviously very fragile and needs to be replenished with water. Wouldn't it be faster and more direct for him to feed water with his tentacles?

Although... it seemed that it was a little too deep at the end, and my wife choked and cried, her face turned red, and she was very angry.

He couldn't figure it out.

But his wife did look very fierce at the time, and in order to be able to drink blood smoothly tomorrow, Jinchen decided to be quiet for the time being.

So he really waited outside the door for a long time.

With his superhuman perception, he listened carefully to the movements in the bedroom until the breathing sounds from inside became even and long, confirming that Liang Yanze had fallen asleep.

Jinchen, who was guarding the door, became active again.

The thick and dense black fog smoothly passed through the crack in the door, quietly entered the bedroom, and spread to the side of the bed.

The mist climbed up the edge of the bed, seeped into the soft quilt, and enveloped the sleeping person.

He gently wrapped his arms around Liang Yanze's waist like a hug.

A few wisps of finer mist came out, deftly lifted the pajamas and went in, covering the warm skin and burying themselves in it contentedly.

Liang Yanze seemed to sense something in his sleep and frowned unconsciously.

The next morning, Liang Yanze woke up on time due to his biological clock.

He opened his eyes and felt the familiar sensation of mist wrapping around his chest and waist, which he felt somewhat accustomed to.

He raised his hand expressionlessly, pulled out the cold mist that had seeped into his pajamas, threw back the quilt and got out of bed.

Jinchen slowly gathered behind him, as if wanting to follow.

"I'm going to the company today." Liang Yanze walked into the bathroom and squeezed toothpaste while saying, "You are not allowed to follow me. Don't break the rules again."

As soon as he finished speaking, black mist suddenly rushed in front of him and stuck to the bathroom door frame.

"No, I have to go!"

[Yes, you have to go, otherwise the mission will be over!] Ling Gungun instigated.

Liang Yanze didn't stop brushing his teeth, looking at the restless black mist through the mirror.

"I have to protect my wife's safety," Jinchen declared confidently, "Many humans are dangerous. Even going to work is dangerous!"

He had read the synopsis of The Swamp and knew that his wife's working environment was not safe at all.

Liang Yanze rinsed his mouth, wiped his face, and said calmly, "No need, the company is safe. You stay at home."

"I don't agree," the mist filled the bathroom, looking a little anxious, "I'm going."

Liang Yanze frowned.

He couldn't imagine what it would be like to bring such a lawless, willful, inhuman monster to the company.

Jinchen has no understanding of human rules and boundaries at all. Any sudden whim may cause catastrophic consequences and seriously affect his work status.

"No." Liang Yanze walked out of the bathroom with a firm attitude.

The diffuse and flamboyant mist wilted and slowly floated to the sofa in the living room, shrinking into a small ball.

Not moving at all, it all seemed a little dim.

Liang Yanze changed into his suit and tied his tie. When he looked up, he saw that the ball of fog was still curled up in the corner of the sofa in the same posture.

There was an inexplicable sense of pity and grievance as if he had been abandoned.

Liang Yanze: "..."

He thought he might be crazy.

I could actually see the emotion of grievance from the black fog that had no fixed shape.