Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

The same name was written countless times.

The handwriting changes from a slightly awkward imitation at first to becoming increasingly smoother later on, with such force that it penetrates through the back of the paper.

In the dim light, these repeated names took on a heart-pounding density.

Liang Yanze held the paper, his fingertips tightened.

The curtains behind him near the balcony were blown up by the night wind, and the cold night wind suddenly rushed into the room, making it chilly.

In the deliberately created darkness and silence, it looks particularly eerie and gloomy.

If it were someone else, they would probably be terrified by now.

"Jinchen." Liang Yanze put down the heavy paper and called out again into the empty darkness.

Still no response.

But Jinchen came up from behind without warning, hugged him, and pressed tightly against his back.

At the same time, one of her earlobes was held by her lips, and the breath she exhaled was also ice-cold.

Liang Yanze shivered and subconsciously reached out to support the table in front of him to steady his body. The trembling quickly spread from his earlobes to his whole body.

"Jinchen..." He called again, his voice trembling slightly.

"Wife." Jinchen finally responded, his voice low and ringing beside his ear.

The thick black fog was like a living thing, spreading from all directions, surrounding and enveloping Liang Yanze, blocking out the last glimmer of light from the outside world.

"You're so slow," Jinchen complained, sounding a little aggrieved. "I've been waiting for a long time."

Liang Yanze felt his heart burn, slowed his breathing, and asked softly, "Why do you write so many... my name?"

"I like it." Jinchen said.

The mist surrounding Liang Yanze slowly shifted over him. The cool touch penetrated the thin fabric of his home clothes, its teasing and aggressive nature causing Liang Yanze's body to gradually become uncontrollably agitated.

The piece of paper with names written on it in his hand slid lightly onto the carpet.

In complete darkness, vision is deprived and other senses become unusually sharp.

Liang Yanze tilted his head, feeling the cold palm gently pressing on the back of his neck, and his lips covered it again, prying open his teeth.

Jinchen kissed him for a while and then put his arms around Liang Yanze's waist.

With a little effort, he easily picked the person up and placed him on the cold table.

Then, more tentacles condensed from mist wrapped around him, like soft yet tough silk, gently tightening around his neck, arms, waist, abdomen, and even the calves hanging under the edge of the table, sinking slightly into his flesh, giving him the feeling of being completely imprisoned and possessed.

Liang Yanze's eyes gradually became blurred in the deep kiss and confinement, and his breathing became more rapid.

But he didn't expect that Jinchen's kiss would fall on the inside of his wrist where there was once a scar.

The skin there is very thin, and light-colored old scars are faintly visible.

Jinchen's tongue licked the scar very lightly, his movements tenderly. He raised his eyes, met Liang Yanze's hazy gaze, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Don't get hurt in the future."

Liang Yanze opened his mouth and wanted to explain that it happened a long time ago.

But Jinchen interrupted him, "I know."

Jinchen continued, "Wife, I will help you with the treatment."

Treatment? What?

Liang Yanze didn't react for a moment.

But the next second, he understood.

It's a completely different feeling from entering through fog.

It's like being gently dragged into the softest swamp, bringing with it an overwhelming numbness that threatens to drown out reason.

This was completely different from the feeling he was familiar with, which came from pain and blood.

It is more irresistible and makes it easier for people to sink and lose.

Liang Yanze found it difficult to stay awake.

Several hours passed.

Liang Yanze was stuck in the swamp.

Every struggle will only drag you into a deeper abyss, unable to climb out, and unwilling to climb out.

His consciousness was in a daze and he could only rely on Jinchen.

He finally came back to his senses from that extremely frightened state and vaguely realized what the treatment Jinchen was talking about was.

No blood, no pain.

Jinchen's tricks...are really too many.

It was too much for him to handle, too much to make him feel extremely ashamed, yet he couldn't stop.

...It’s pretty good, Liang Yanze thought vaguely.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -7, totaling 30! 】

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Early in the morning.

Jinchen hugged Liang Yanze, who had finally struggled out of the maddening "swamp", with a dazed look in his eyes and silently shedding tears, and kissed him again and again with satisfaction.

Then she picked him up sideways, carried him into the bathroom, and cleaned him carefully and patiently.

Jinchen felt that he had now thoroughly mastered the techniques of human bathing.

And very willing to practice.

After being wiped dry and carried back to bed, Liang Yanze finally felt at ease on solid ground, instead of floating in the air.

He raised his hand tiredly and touched his head buried in his arms. He didn't want to move even a finger and fell into a deep sleep.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +8, totaling 68! 】

The next morning.

The consequence of being stuck and sucked all night was that Liang Yanze had a lot of trouble putting on his shirt.

He felt a noticeable tingling and strange sensation in his chest, and when he buttoned the top button, the pain made him hiss softly.

Jinchen was still sitting lazily on the bed, watching Liang Yanze frowning in front of the mirror.

He accepted Liang Yanze's silent criticism, his face clearly showing aggrieved, but deep in his grey eyes was a rebellious pride, clearly refusing to admit his mistakes.

Liang Yanze originally wanted to pull him over and give him a good scolding, but when he saw Jinchen's slightly aggrieved expression, even though he knew that he was probably pretending, he couldn't bear to really hit him.

In the end, he poked Jinchen's forehead in annoyance, but was held by the hand and kissed non-stop.

Liang Yanze tied his tie skillfully, tried to ignore the discomfort and straightened his collar, walked to the bed, and sat in Jinchen's arms.

Holding Jinchen's handsome but gloomy face, Liang Yanze lowered his head and kissed the corner of his lips, "Don't do this again in the future."

Jinchen narrowed his gray eyes and retorted, "Wife, you say one thing and mean another."

I hugged you so tightly last night.

Liang Yanze curled his lips, stroked his jawline with his fingertips, and said slowly, "Then I will go to the company alone today."

Jinchen: “?”

Liang Yanze, "Choose one of the two, no negotiation."

Jinchen: "..."

He stared at Liang Yanze for a few seconds, and finally agreed reluctantly, "...Okay, I won't hold it in my mouth all night anymore."

Then just kiss her enough before she wakes up so that she won’t be discovered.

Having reached an agreement, Jin Chen turned into a slender black mist as he wished, like a well-behaved little snake, tamely coiling around Liang Yanze's thin wrist, the cool touch sticking to his skin, accompanying him to work.

Liang Yanze started the car and drove into the early morning traffic.

He subconsciously raised his wrist, touched it lightly, and the corners of his lips curled up.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 78! 】

[The villain's darkening value is detected -7, totaling 20! 】