Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Liang Yanze was embraced by an adult man, his whole body stiff and extremely uncomfortable.

The oppressive feeling brought by the human form of Jinchen was so strong that he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to push him away.

"How did you..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted them.

Sure enough, Jinchen's eyes suddenly darkened when he noticed the intention to resist.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously, strangled Liang Yanze's jaw, and completely robbed him of his breath.

This was a real, possessive and aggressive kiss that seemed to suck all the oxygen out of his chest.

Liang Yanze's scalp tingled, and a sense of shame surged up belatedly.

He tried to push away, but Jinchen easily grabbed his wrist. His cold, slender fingers forcefully squeezed into his fingers, and their ten fingers were clasped together, pressing against the cold glass railing.

Liang Yanze couldn't help but shiver again, and his waist was tightly gripped by the cold mist that had spread out from nowhere.

The whole person was trapped between the railing and Jinchen's cold chest, unable to move.

This feeling……

It was like being slowly coiled around by a cold, poisonous snake lurking deep in a swamp; the more you struggled, the tighter it got.

However, his body had already become familiar with this breath and even developed a conditioned reflex to it.

But after a moment, Liang Yanze's waist became weak uncontrollably, and he could only rely on the railing behind him and the support of the people in front of him to barely stand.

When Liang Yanze regained his consciousness from the dizzying plunder, he was shocked to find that he had been pressed against the cold flower stand by Jinchen, and was forced to endure his insatiable kisses.

What was even worse was that from the direction where the terrace connected to the banquet hall, the sounds of staff members coming in and out to check and clean up the mess, as well as their conversations and footsteps, began to be heard, and were gradually approaching their direction.

"Jinchen..." Liang Yanze took advantage of the gap to take a breath, turned his head to avoid his kiss, and panted.

"Someone is coming..."

Jinchen paused, his gray pupils glanced at the source of the sound, and then fell back to Liang Yanze's lips, which were shining with water and slightly swollen.

He dragged out the last syllable, with a playful tone, "Ah... I saw it."

It was as if Liang Yanze was deliberately being roasted on a fire of shame and fear.

Jinchen had no intention of letting go. He lowered his head again and bit Liang Yanze's sensitive earlobe as if as a punishment, whispering softly.

"Wife, then you... just don't make any noise."

Liang Yanze: "..."

This time was completely different from the previous time in the company lounge.

Without a door to block the view, the terrace was empty, with only a few potted plants and flower stands as a cover. As long as someone walked a little closer, they could clearly see their entanglement at the moment.

Liang Yanze could even catch a glimpse of a blurry figure walking not far away with his scattered eyes.

If I were seen...

The feeling of shame made Liang Yanze tremble and close his eyes, burying his face in Jinchen's cold neck, as if this could avoid all prying eyes.

However, when the staff passed by them while talking, Liang Yanze was surprised to find that they had not noticed at all.

Liang Yanze realized belatedly... Yes, they couldn't see Jinchen.

Since he couldn't see Jinchen, he naturally couldn't see him being held tightly in Jinchen's arms, almost becoming one with her.

Liang Yanze leaned weakly in Jinchen's arms, cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Then, he heard Jinchen's very light laughter from above his head.

"Throw yourself into my arms..." Jinchen's arms tightened, feeling happy and satisfied. "Wife, you are so good."

Liang Yanze lay in his arms. When he heard these words, his body trembled uncontrollably again. He closed his eyes in despair, and even his ears turned red.

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In the end, Liang Yanze brought Jinchen back home.

When I walked into the elevator, there happened to be my neighbor who lived upstairs inside, holding a small furry dog ​​in her arms.

Auntie noticed Liang Yanze was accompanied by a young man she had never seen before. She looked at him curiously for several times and asked with a smile, "Xiao Liang is back? Who is this? I haven't seen him before."

Liang Yanze put on his usual gentle smile, "Hello, Auntie, it's... a friend."

When he said these two words, he felt the arm around his waist tighten, and he lowered his eyes a little guiltily.

"Ah, my friend," Auntie praised again with a smile, "He's a handsome guy too. You're not afraid of dogs, are you?"

As she spoke, the puppy in her arms sniffed curiously in Jinchen's direction.

Jinchen's gray pupils turned, and he glanced at the puppy indifferently, his tone flat.

"Not afraid."

The neighbor aunt smiled, turned around with the puppy in her arms, and stood facing the elevator door.

Just as she turned around, Jinchen's fingers holding Liang Yanze moved slightly.

Strands of cold black mist invisible to the naked eye quietly spread, penetrated the fabric of Liang Yanze's ironed suit, and stuck to his warm skin.

A cold and sticky touch swept over him and wrapped around him.

Liang Yanze's pupils trembled suddenly, and he almost screamed out in surprise. He quickly bit his lower lip tightly.

He turned his head suddenly and stared at Jinchen beside him vigilantly, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

But under the light from the elevator ceiling, the corners of his eyes behind the lenses turned uncontrollably red due to stimulation and restraint, which really had no deterrent effect.

Instead, it seems... somewhat alluring.

Jinchen leaned close to his ear, pressed his cold lips against his earlobe, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, his tone dangerous and ambiguous, "Friend?"

As he spoke, the mist tangled more wantonly.

Liang Yanze groaned and felt his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand.

Then, a wisp of mist entered his mouth.

On the surface, Jinchen still maintained a normal social distance from him, just holding hands, lowering his eyes and looking at Liang Yanze, who was forced to open his lips slightly and forced to endure the mist.

For Jinchen, the mist is his true self.

It was no different than if he had kissed her himself.

But for Liang Yanze, in the elevator... this feeling was too much.

If Jinchen hadn't held his hand tightly and hugged his waist, he would have definitely slid down the cold elevator wall.

And in front of them stood the neighbor aunt who knew nothing about this, even...

Liang Yanze couldn't bear this kind of intimacy in public, so he turned sideways, rested his hot forehead on Jinchen's shoulder, and his body trembled slightly.

He wanted to explain, wanted to stop it, but Jinchen didn't even give him a chance to speak.

The fog's presence was so strong that he could only whimper.

"How pitiful." Jinchen commented softly, pulling the trembling Liang Yanze into his arms and hugging him.

Then, the gray pupils turned and fell on the puppy that happened to be looking over.

The puppy seemed to sense danger, moved restlessly, and made a threatening low growl in its throat, just about to bark.

Jinchen's eyes were slightly stern.

The puppy was so scared that his hair stood on end. He buried his head in his owner's arms, trembling, and dared not look over here again.

The elevator door opened with a ding, and we had arrived at the floor where Liang Yanze lived.

But Liang Yanze's eyes were unfocused, his breathing was rapid, and his cheeks were abnormally flushed. It was obvious that he had not yet recovered from the stimulation just now.

It was the neighbor aunt who kindly reminded me, "Xiao Liang, we're here."

Liang Yanze suddenly woke up, and walked out of the elevator with Jinchen in a panic and unsteady steps.

He didn't even dare to look back at the neighbor aunt's expression. He felt that he had never been so embarrassed in his life.

Liang Yanze walked to the door of his house in a daze, unlocked the door with his fingerprint with trembling fingers, and went home holding the dangerous "friend" behind him.