Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

It's quiet at night.

Jinchen stood outside Alrick's door, holding a small jar of ointment in his hand.

He pushed the door open quietly without making any sound and looked at Alric quietly.

Inside the room, Alric stood in front of the washbasin with his back to the door, hunching his back slightly as he rinsed his mouth.

He was wearing pajamas made of fine material but a bit old, which were draped loosely on his broad shoulders. The fabric was stretched tight by the movement of him rinsing his mouth, and the thin waistline that was constricted there became more obvious.

Alric spat out the water, straightened up, and wiped the corners of his mouth with a towel.

This action caused the shirt to be pulled slightly, and the hem slipped out of the pajamas, vaguely revealing the tight and smooth skin on the lower back and the shallow groove at the end of the spine.

Alric has a great figure, not a inch more or less would be acceptable, Jinchen thought as her eyes wandered, smelling the scent of soap, the scent of Alric's skin steamed by hot water, and the minty scent of Shuou.

His shoulders and back were broad, and his chest muscles gave the front of his pajamas a full and soft curve. Even when he was relaxed, he looked heavy and solid, making people want to bury their faces in them for no reason.

It made Jinchen want to walk forward and use his fingertips to measure the amazing gap between the waistline and the full chest, and feel how warm and flexible the plump thigh muscles were under his palms.

The sound of water covered the sound of the door opening.

Alric was completely unaware of anyone entering.

His mind kept thinking about the man in the black mask, and every time he thought about it, he became annoyed.

The next time he saw that bastard, he thought to himself, he must kill that man and whip his corpse.

Sensing the movement behind him, Alric turned around alertly, his fingers already touching the dagger hidden behind his waist.

Only when he saw that the person coming was Jinchen did he relax his guard a little.

Jinchen was wearing warm-toned linen pajamas and holding a small kerosene lamp, the soft light illuminating his handsome face.

He stood there, his eyes gentle and concerned, his blue eyes rippled with sadness under the light.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you sleeping yet, Cyril?" Alric asked impatiently.

Jinchen lowered his eyes and looked at the corner of his lips, his voice very soft.

"I'll bring you medicine, Alric,"

"sorry."

The skin breakage is too severe. It will be less severe next time.

Alric frowned, a little confused, "What are you sorry for?"

Jinchen raised his eyes, his blue eyes filled with complex emotions.

"I didn't know you had a mistress. I shouldn't have kissed you... I'm sorry."

Alric: "..."

How would he explain this to Cyril?

Damn, where did he get his mistress?

Am I going to say that I was kissed by some bastard in the tavern?

Of course this cannot be said.

Alrick looked into Jinchen's eyes, and somehow he thought of the kiss on the street corner again, and he felt something was wrong all over.

He pursed his lips unconsciously, frowned, and said embarrassedly: "No mistress. Put down the medicine, Cyril, you should go to bed."

But Jinchen took half a step forward, gently touched the corner of Alric's lips with his fingertips, looked at him with lowered eyes, and spoke in a tender tone.

"So, if it's not a mistress, then perhaps you don't like it, Alric?"

"You kissed me so hard that my skin broke."

Alric held his shoulder alertly.

"Cyril, if you want a beating."

Jinchen took the opportunity to gently hug Alrick's waist, rubbing his palm gently, feeling the warm touch, and his fingertips slowly moved around.

Alrick's eyes changed slightly, and he heard Jinchen's almost pleading murmur again, which concealed an indescribable and extremely hidden desire.

"No, don't refuse me, Alric. You don't know how sad I am."

"..." Alrick was a little stunned.

"I was waiting for you to come back to the office. I didn't expect... to see you like this."

Jinchen spoke softly, the tip of her nose touching Alrick's cheek, giving people the illusion of being very sad yet gentle.

Damn it.

Alric's Adam's apple rolled, but surprisingly he didn't push him away.

Jinchen's warm lips gently touched his, followed by the cooling ointment applied on his fingertips.

Alric tightened his jaw, feeling the gentle touch.

Jinchen whispered ambiguously in his ear, and the hand on his shoulder stroked the plump curve downwards.

"Good night, Alric."

Then she stuffed the medicine bottle into Alric's hand, turned around and left with a blush on her cheeks.

Alric: "..."

Damn, Cyril is such an innocent boy, what kind of kiss is this?

Saying some flirtatious words, thinking you are so capable.

Alric wiped his lips and threw the ointment on the bedside, feeling very confused.

He couldn't understand why he had met so many bastards and hooligans during this period!

As they were going downstairs, Ling Gun Gun was very curious and asked Jin Chen: "Host, why did you use another identity to approach the Lord God?"

【For convenience.】

Jinchen said mysteriously.

He returned to his room and prepared to go to sleep in a good mood.

After all, I still have a lot to do tomorrow.

-

The next morning, both Bruce and Alrick had to go to court to report on the progress of the investigation.

After all, it is such a big case, and almost the entire city of Book Harbor is waiting for the result, and they are under a lot of pressure.

Jinchen arrived at the manor first and conducted the investigation alone.

After yesterday's acquaintance, Butler Edgar was quite polite to Detective Cyril and cooperated in answering some questions.

About two hours later, Jinchen waited for Alrick.

Alrick and Sheriff Bruce got off the same carriage, and both of them looked unhappy.

Jinchen went forward first, with only Alric in his eyes, and asked him what was wrong with some concern.

"You don't look well, Alric."

Alric glanced at Bruce who had stormed off and shook his head, "I'm fine, Cyril."

But it must be said that Alrick still benefited from Jinchen's concern for him.

Or maybe it was because of the kisses for two consecutive nights, but in any case, Alrick's attitude towards Jinchen became much better, and he was no longer as sarcastic as before.

Jinchen thought this was a huge improvement, so he smiled even more tenderly at Alric.

Alric walked inside with a slight uneasiness.

By the time they entered the main hall, Bruce had already begun questioning the people inside again.

Jinchen looked around one by one and found that many key figures were present.

The protagonist is influenced by Joshua and his manservant Silas, Vincent's fiancée Wayne Eleanor, and Molly, the maid who claims to have seen Vincent's piano.

Of course, there is also Edgar, the butler who always does his job conscientiously.

Jinchen sat down with Alrick.

Alric was still very concerned about the layout of the study. "Miss Eleanor, I heard that it was you who asked to change the layout of Vincent's study, right? You care about Vincent very much."

Eleanor was a very gentle lady, but she seemed to have not yet recovered from the death of her fiancé.

"Yes," Eleanor said softly, "Vincent hasn't been feeling well lately. He's my fiancé, and I... I care about him, so I told him maybe he didn't have to sit facing the window so he wouldn't be exposed to the cold draft."

She lowered her head slightly, her tone full of affection and sadness.