Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

One, two, three...

I knocked on the door for the third time, but there was still no response.

The inexplicable feeling of anxiety grew tighter and tighter, causing Alric to start thinking about random things.

Cyril is also a light sleeper. When sleeping together, the slightest movement will easily wake him up. It is impossible for him to sleep so deeply.

There are only two reasons why the door is not open.

Cyril hadn't come back at all, or...something had happened to him in the room.

This thought made Alric's face darken, and he no longer hesitated and pushed forward with all his strength.

Just as he exerted force, the door lock clicked softly from the inside and was opened.

Alric was unable to stop himself in time, and his body stumbled forward due to the force of the door being pushed open, and he fell straight into a warm embrace with the fragrance of a bath.

The young man inside the door seemed to have just taken a shower. He was wearing a thin silk nightgown, and the ends of his golden hair were still wet with moisture. He was pushed back half a step by the sudden collision before he could steady himself. He subconsciously hugged the person who bumped in.

He was confused and surprised, his blue eyes misted in the dim light.

"Alric? What's wrong with you? What happened?"

Jinchen lowered his head slightly and looked at the person in his arms with concern.

Alrick put his nose tip against the slightly open collar of Jinchen's pajamas. Like a vigilant hound, he rudely grabbed the collar of Jinchen's pajamas and sniffed carefully.

There was no trace of the peculiar smell of gunpowder and smoke of the black market.

He raised his head, his sharp green eyes examining Jinchen's innocent and confused face.

The absurd guess in his heart that had tormented him all the way finally came to fruition.

He kissed the corner of Jinchen's lips, his narrowed eyes still dangerous, "Why did you take so long to open the door?"

Jinchen relaxed his body, leaning lazily back against the door, looking down at Alric, "I should dry my hair and put on some clothes before opening the door, right? Alric, what's wrong with you?"

Alrick ignored his explanation and looked over Jinchen's shoulder to the dark dressing gown hanging on the underwear and hat rack in the room.

He released his hand from the collar and touched the cuffs and hem of his dressing gown.

These little movements naturally could not be hidden from Alrick. He turned around and his face turned completely cold.

"You were out again at night, Cyril."

Jinchen looked at him pressing forward and chuckled softly.

He stood up and stretched his arms out towards Alric, showing no defense, allowing himself to be examined. He even tilted his head, with a hint of amusement in his blue eyes.

"Yes, I went to Olga's estate."

Alric's expression became even more strange. A mixture of anger and inexplicable sourness rushed into his heart, causing him to blurt out, "You went to see John Olga again!"

As soon as the words came out, the jealousy was so obvious that it made me feel embarrassed.

Upon hearing this, Jin Chen's expression changed from joking to not knowing whether to laugh or cry. He quickly waved his hands, "No, Alric, why would you think that?"

He kept his arms outstretched, and softened his voice, "I'm just investigating a case."

Alrick stared at him for a few seconds, muttered something that no one could hear, walked over, hugged him tightly in his arms, and touched Jinchen's back.

"Damn it," he buried his face in Jinchen's still damp neck, "Why did you run to Olga Manor alone in the middle of the night? What were you doing there? It's not safe there at night."

Jinchen was held obediently by him, her fingers gently combing the hair on the back of Alric's head, and she explained calmly, "I followed the butler Edgar and found a lot of new clues."

Hearing that they were going to investigate a case instead of having a private meeting, Alric breathed a sigh of relief, but then he realized that his questioning and jealousy were almost out of control.

This made him feel strange and embarrassed.

In the past, he would never have the idea of ​​wanting to control his whereabouts at all times and interfere with his freedom.

"From now on...don't go out alone in the middle of the night anymore."

Alric still said this in a firm tone, but if you listen carefully, you can see the cautiousness underneath, fearing that people would be disgusted and run away.

Jinchen nodded good-naturedly without raising any objections.

He bent his knuckles and gently nuzzled Alric's cheek.

"So, Alric," he changed the subject, his voice carrying just the right amount of disappointment at being ignored, "why did you come to see me so late? Judging by the way you were dressed..."

He glanced down at the suit Alric hadn't even changed out of. "You seem to have just returned. Did you meet someone? Is there something...urgent?"

Alric: "..."

Should he say that he was disturbed by the mysterious man in black and even absurdly suspected Cyril?

Is that why you rushed here to verify?

God, Cyril would cry if he heard that.

Alrick lowered his head and kissed Jinchen's lips impatiently.

A kiss that was almost greedy.

Alrick had an almost obsessive dependence on Jinchen's scent. This clean, warm and uniquely attractive scent could soothe his killing excitement and restlessness after returning from the black market, turning it into another more comfortable and addictive excitement.

Jinchen seemed to be submissively enduring the eager and possessive kiss, his arms wrapped around his neck, his fingertips gently stroking his back and narrow waistline in a soothing manner.

As he responded, he guided Alric slowly backwards until he hit the edge of the bed and lost his balance, falling onto the soft bedding together.

Someone accidentally knocked over the small oil lamp on the bedside table, and the glass lampshade made a slight knocking sound.

The light went out and the room fell into darkness. Only the cold moonlight was vague and hazy, illuminating the overlapping figures on the bed.

This is by no means a rational choice.

Alric knew that he was still in the state of losing control easily at night, and his vigilance and self-control were far weaker than during the day.

But the physical desire overwhelmed everything.

He gradually indulged himself and even took the initiative to respond to Jinchen's gentle but irresistible caresses and kisses, and became uncontrollably addicted to them.

His body became soft and hot, and his soul seemed to tremble. His eyes, which contained a cold green light, were stained with strong desire in the darkness, almost wanting to vent all his love and desire.

Until Jinchen's warm kiss fell on her tight belly.

Alric's body tensed for a moment, and his instinctive sense of danger awakened him.

He subconsciously grabbed Jinchen's wrist, his voice hoarse with emotion.

"Cyrillic……"

Jinchen paused and looked up at him.

In the moonlight, his blue eyes seemed to be filled with a pool of rippling spring water, looking over wetly, and kissing the corner of his lips again.

"Alric...can't I?"

Alric was silent for a moment.

It’s not that he can’t, every inch of his skin is clamoring for it.

But... this feeling is too strange, too much...

Alric turned his head slightly, avoiding the affectionate eyes, pulled the person back into his arms and hugged him tightly, and said in a low, compromising voice: "...Come on."

Therefore, he missed the smile in Jinchen's eyes in the darkness.

And the kiss that followed was even more passionate and deep.

In the trance of sensory impact, the illusion in the depths of Alric's consciousness that the gentle and innocent Cyril and the powerful and dangerous Chen overlapped together once again emerged uncontrollably.

But of course, there were differences, and the experience with Cyril was more wonderful, more addictive…

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 65! 】

[The villain's darkening value is detected -7, totaling 70! 】