Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The light at the entrance was soft, reflecting Liang Yanze's slightly rising and falling chest and watery lips.

He leaned against the cold wall, breathing softly, calming his disturbed breath and heartbeat.

Finally regaining his composure, Liang Yanze looked towards the living room.

I saw Jinchen sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room with ease.

He was in a relaxed posture, with his long legs crossed and the hem of his black coat hanging down, making his legs look straight and slender. His elbows were resting on the armrests of the sofa, his palms supporting the side of his face, and he was gazing leisurely towards the entrance.

A faint smile was reflected in the gray eyes that should have been cold.

Even though that smile made his handsome yet gloomy face look even more ghostly, it was undeniable...

It is simply extremely pleasing to the eye.

Liang Yanze originally wanted to put on a stern face and call for an explanation.

But when he saw this face, the cold words he had prepared were inexplicably stuck in his throat.

It's really hard to get angry.

Liang Yanze looked away uncomfortably, walked into the living room, and casually draped his suit jacket over the back of the sofa.

"When did you become like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered that the fog was sleeping on the sofa before he went out.

So, Liang Yanze looked at Jinchen again and felt confident enough to question him.

"Didn't I tell you not to go to the party?"

Jinchen tilted his head, looking less ignorant and more charming, and chuckled, "If I don't go, both you and Zhao Xitang will get hurt."

Liang Yanze's eyebrows twitched slightly, thinking of Zhou Chengjun who came running at the critical moment...

Therefore, Zhou Chengjun was able to appear so timely at that time because he was guided by Jinchen.

Seeing Liang Yanze remained silent, Jinchen patted the empty seat on the sofa next to him.

Liang Yanze hesitated for a moment, but still walked over and sat down.

The distance between the two people shortened.

Jinchen stared at him and suddenly asked, "What is our relationship?"

Liang Yanze: "..."

How should he answer? If he said they were friends, this guy would use his actions to make him understand deeply that friends would never do the things they did to each other.

But if I follow Jinchen's nonsense and admit that it's that kind of relationship...

Liang Yanze's ears were burning, and he couldn't say anything.

He wanted to change the subject and avoid Jinchen's stare.

"You don't fully understand the relationships between humans..."

"Then teach me." Jinchen responded readily.

He slowly leaned forward, closing the distance. His gray eyes looked even colder and more chilling up close.

But when she met Liang Yanze's slightly evasive gaze, the coldness in her eyes suddenly disappeared, and a trace of confusion emerged.

"Wife," Jinchen lowered his voice, "I won't."

Jinchen knew that except for the most intimate and uncontrollable moments, Liang Yanze would be soft-hearted most of the time.

Sure enough, Liang Yanze felt uncomfortable with his gaze. His eyes drifted away, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he responded vaguely.

"……OK then."

He regretted it after agreeing to it.

Liang Yanze stood up and said, "I'm going to wash up. You stay here and don't follow me in."

He habitually reminded Black Mist countless times before.

Upon hearing this, Jinchen slowly sat up straight.

He raised the corners of his red lips and said, "Okay."

Under the light, this look seems to have a bewitching power.

Liang Yanze felt something inexplicably moving in his heart, coughed lightly to cover up his loss of composure, walked quickly into the bathroom and closed the door.

In the bathroom, Liang Yanze looked at himself in the mirror, thinking absentmindedly:

How strange...how can the human form formed by the black mist be so beautiful?

It even suits his aesthetic point.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 50! 】

After taking a shower, Liang Yanze came out in his bathrobe and found that Jinchen was no longer in the living room.

He walked towards the bedroom and pushed open the half-open door.

Jinchen changed out of his coat and got some black pajamas that looked like they were made of good material from somewhere. He leaned against the head of the bed, looking like he was waiting for him to go to sleep.

Liang Yanze was stunned for a moment, "Don't you want to wash up?"

Jinchen: “?”

Unsatisfied, he changed to a more lazy posture, saying matter-of-factly, "I'm clean."

As a person transformed from the abyss swamp, he is spotless.

Liang Yanze insisted on his principle, "No one can get on the bed without taking a shower."

Jinchen: "..."

He stood up without saying a word, feeling the pressure of his height. He lowered his eyes to look at Liang Yanze, his eyes were cold and he looked a little fierce.

Liang Yanze gradually adapted to his human form, and even felt that hidden under that fierce appearance was still the familiar, rebellious monster.

He extended his index finger and gently poked Jinchen's cold cheek, "Humans must wash before going to bed. This is the rule."

Another rule.

Jinchen, who has turned into a human, also hates rules.

Jinchen pondered for a moment, her thick eyelashes drooping, covering her gray pupils, "...I can't."

Liang Yanze: “?”

Ling Gun Gun: [?] What nonsense are you talking about?

Liang Yanze narrowed his eyes dimly and reminded him, "Have you forgotten the day you first got involved with me?"

Jinchen was silent for a moment, feeling a little conflicted.

If you have to take a shower...

He wants to take a shower with his wife.

Then, his eyes fell on the loose nightgown Liang Yanze was wearing, with clear intention in his eyes.

Liang Yanze's heart skipped a beat.

After experiencing the terrifying banquet today and being bullied several times by this transformed monster, he really didn't have the energy to struggle anymore.

Liang Yanze's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he leaned forward and kissed Jinchen on the cold side of his face.

The touch is soft and short.

"Be good," Liang Yanze said softly, coaxing him calmly, "Go wash yourself. Only after you're clean... can you hold him while he sleeps."

Jinchen stared at it for a few seconds, weighed the pros and cons, and finally muttered something reluctantly, turned around and walked into the bathroom.

The silk pajamas he was wearing disappeared as he walked.

Before Liang Yanze could look away, he caught a glimpse of the inverted triangle figure with smooth lines and distinct muscles, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and surprisingly perfect proportions.

Liang Yanze's ears suddenly felt hot for no reason. He quickly looked away, walked quickly to the bed and sat down, picked up the laptop on the bedside table, and wanted to deal with his emails.

But I found that I couldn't read any of the words on the screen. My mind was filled with the sound of water in the bathroom and the sudden glimpse of...

He closed his computer irritably, picked up a business book, and forced himself to concentrate.

After a while, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

After a while, the door opened and Jinchen walked out.

He was only wearing a bath towel, his cold white skin was dyed a very light pink by the hot water, and his black hair was wet and draped over his forehead, reducing some of his gloom.

Jinchen glanced at Liang Yanze for a few seconds, then naturally walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

And out of habit, he stretched out his hand and was about to touch the hem of Liang Yanze's pajamas.

Liang Yanze reacted very quickly and slapped his hand away.

Jinchen: ???

Jinchen was truly aggrieved now. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Liang Yanze. There was a sinister cold light in his gray eyes, but it was diluted by the emotion of disbelief and grievance, and seemed...

Poor.

It was as if Liang Yanze had done something unforgivable.

"Liang Yanze!" He called out by full name, accusing coldly in a low voice, "You wouldn't let me hug you, wouldn't let me get on the bed, and now you won't let me touch you."

Liang Yanze was choked by his logic of putting the blame on someone else and tried to reason with him, "But now you..."

“It’s different from before.”

"Don't I look good?" Jinchen stared at him and asked stubbornly.

Liang Yanze really couldn't say it was ugly in good conscience.

I could only avoid Jinchen's pitiful and paranoid eyes and harden my heart: "No means no, you are in human form now."

Jinchen doesn't care about these rules and regulations defined by humans.

He only knew that this was his wife and he wanted to touch her.

"I can do it." He said in a firm tone, and stuffed his hand into Liang Yanze's pajamas and stuck close to him.

Jinchen was finally satisfied when he felt the familiar delicate touch and temperature in his palm.

He leaned his head into the crook of Liang Yanze's neck and found a position.

This posture was actually a bit awkward for Jinchen, but he just stood there motionless.

Liang Yanze pulled open his collar and took a look, and his waist felt a little weak again.

He sighed, laid down in compromise, and patted Jinchen's back, "Okay, let you touch it."

"Don't lean like that, it's tiring."

Jinchen adjusted his posture with reluctant satisfaction, leaned forward, and sucked on Liang Yanze's slightly swollen lips, without stopping the movement of his hands.

Liang Yanze was exhausted both physically and mentally. He gave up after struggling for a few times. Surprisingly, he felt quite safe, so he simply leaned into Jinchen's arms, closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.