Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

There was a knock on the lounge door.

A subordinate's slightly concerned voice came from outside the door, "Liang Zhu? Are you taking a break? The afternoon meeting will start in fifteen minutes."

It turns out that lunch break is almost over.

Liang Yanze's position is enough to have a separate nap room, but the sound insulation is obviously average.

The sound from outside the door came in clearly.

Liang Yanze's whole body suddenly started, and all his senses were tensed to the extreme in an instant.

He subconsciously wanted to stand up and respond, but was suppressed even more tightly by the heavy and unbridled fog on his body.

Jinchen also heard the sound.

But he didn't restrain himself. Instead, he felt the human under him tremble more violently and tense up more, which felt... even more delicious.

A wisp of mist even took the opportunity to penetrate Liang Yanze's slightly open mouth as he tried to breathe, blocking any response he might make.

Liang Yanze's pupils dilated slightly, and the feeling of mist invading his throat caused him to retch. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and his vision became a little blurry, making it impossible for him to utter a single word.

The subordinate outside the door seemed a little confused and knocked on the door twice more.

"Liang Zhu, are you okay?"

At the same time, the screen of the mobile phone on the bedside table lit up and vibrated. It was a call directly from the subordinate.

The cell phone was less than ten centimeters away from Liang Yanze's bound fingers. The light from the screen illuminated his face, which was abnormally flushed but unable to struggle.

But he couldn't even move a finger freely.

Jinchen was annoyed by the continuous noise outside the door and the vibration of his cell phone.

A cloud of mist spread out and directly enveloped the phone. The vibration sound was instantly blocked out, becoming dull and distant.

Outside the door, the sound of the doorknob being gently turned tentatively could be heard.

At this moment, Liang Yanze's whole body was tensed to the extreme. Every inch of his muscles was silently resisting, but he was completely tightened and suppressed by the invisible and powerful force in his body.

Shoulders, chest, waist and abdomen...all the places that were tightly wrapped and oppressed left increasingly clear bruises on the fair skin.

All the nerves were screaming wildly, swept up by some extreme feeling of being pushed to the edge of a cliff.

Liang Yanze unconsciously pulled the bed sheet under him, and in the process, the glass of water on the bedside table that he had forgotten to drink was knocked over by his elbow.

The glass fell on the carpet with a dull sound, and the water stains quickly spread. At the same time, Liang Yanze's body trembled violently, and the quilt suddenly became hot and humid, soaking the fabric and the cold mist that was clinging to him.

Jinchen hummed doubtfully, full of curiosity.

He tentatively moved the mist stained with damp heat in front of him and sensed it.

"What a nice smell," he exclaimed sincerely, "Wife, you are so delicious."

The unique scent of his wife made him feel extremely happy, and the force that was suppressing Liang Yanze subconsciously relaxed a little.

Liang Yanze was left with only fragmented consciousness.

He paused for a moment, his remaining sanity still desperately reminding him that this was still the company, and there was someone outside the door...

"Jinchen..." He finally did as Jinchen wished. After being pushed to the extreme, he squeezed out a low and soft voice with a slight cry from the depths of his throat, and even called out his name on his own initiative.

He struggled and moved his fingers, which had regained their freedom, very slowly, and gently touched the mist covering him. He even rubbed the cool touch with his hot cheeks. His voice was intermittent and his breath was weak.

"Can you...can you be a little bit better..."

"Go back... and continue, okay?"

Liang Yanze almost exhausted the last bit of his strength and made a coaxing request, "Go home... It's up to you."

Jinchen felt a rare sense of active closeness and commitment, and his pleasure reached its peak.

"Okay." He agreed readily, and the entangled mist began to slowly loosen and withdraw. He was even considerate enough to roll up the fallen water cup with the mist and put it back on the bedside table.

Even though the water has been spilled.

Then it absorbed the water stains on the carpet.

The feeling of oppression suddenly disappeared, and Liang Yanze collapsed on the bed, gasping for breath. His whole body looked like he had just been pulled out of the water. His hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and there was still a watery and distracted look in his eyes.

He took a few minutes to recover before he managed to sit up with his weak body.

The wardrobe in the lounge is stocked with the suits he often changes into.

Liang Yanze took out clean clothes and walked into the built-in bathroom.

After repeatedly rinsing his face with cold water, Liang Yanze looked at himself in the mirror with red eyes, swollen lips, and faint red marks on the sides of his neck. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and quickly changed his clothes, carefully hiding all traces of his disgrace under his well-ironed suit.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +6, totaling 21! 】

Liang Yanze opened the door of the lounge and walked out. Apart from his face being paler than usual and his steps seeming a little weaker, he looked normal.

The subordinates waiting outside asked with concern, "Liang Zhu, are you okay? I just heard a noise inside..."

Liang Yanze adjusted his glasses, his voice returning to its usual calm and composed tone, "It's nothing, I just had a headache and accidentally knocked the cup over."

He rubbed his temples. "It's an old problem."

The subordinates nodded in understanding. They knew that Liang Zhu occasionally suffered from migraines, so they stopped asking questions and quickly reported on the preparations for the afternoon meeting.

Liang Yanze sat behind his desk, pretending not to notice the black mist behind his neck.

While listening to his subordinates' reports, he subconsciously put his legs together.

The fabric of his suit pants rubbed against his skin, sending a strange, subtle shiver that came from deep within, like a taste of something he had already tasted.

Only he himself knows that some things that have been forcibly opened can never be returned.