Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Alric tore open the tea-stained shirt that was restricting him, and several buttons fell off, revealing the tight, red skin of his chest.

He hooked his arm around Jinchen's neck, his gaze scorching across the eyebrows and nose of the person in front of him, and finally stopped at the lips that always said words that made him angry and helpless, and he bit them in anger.

"What on earth is there about him that satisfies you?" Alric's voice was hoarse, and his hot breath sprayed on Jinchen's lips. "Don't you like me like this?"

Inexplicably, he enjoyed Jinchen's embrace and kiss: "......?"

He licked the stinging corner of his lips, looked at the big green-eyed cat in front of him with its fur standing on end and full of jealousy, and then he suddenly realized what had happened.

I couldn't laugh or cry for a moment.

"Dear," Jinchen couldn't help but laugh softly, wrapping his arms around Alric's waist, "Are you...jealous?"

Alric's ears flushed red, but his eyes grew even fiercer. His suddenly approaching aura completely enveloped Jinchen. "You still know? You clearly know! And you still say you didn't mean it!"

"Oh, you really wronged me." Jin Chen suppressed his laughter and pinched the tense muscles on his back with his fingers soothingly. Then he leaned over and gently kissed the corner of his tightly pursed lips, which still had the fragrance of black tea, and whispered coaxingly, "You're right. To me, John can't compare to you in any way."

"I only like you and am only satisfied with you. Stop being jealous, okay?"

Alric stared at him motionlessly.

No matter if he is the mysterious and dangerous Chen, or the innocent Cyril.

The person standing in front of him at this moment is the one he likes, and she can only be his!

Alrick grabbed Jinchen's hands, twisted them behind his back, raised them above his head, pressed them firmly against the door panel, and kissed her again.

It was a kiss of demanding, sucking, rubbing, and even a little punishing biting.

Their breaths blended, their lips and tongues entangled, his movements were rough, and the kiss was fierce and urgent.

Jinchen endured the extremely passionate kiss and responded actively.

Until both of them were breathing unsteadily, Alric stepped back a little, resting his forehead against Jinchen's, breathing heavily, his green eyes filled with a passionate light, his fierceness faded a little, leaving only infatuation and possession.

"What about you, Alric?" Jinchen's voice was a little hoarse. He hugged the trembling Alric, his eyelids drooping slightly, and buried his face in his neck. "Are you still angry? Do you still blame me for lying to you?"

Alric hugged him tightly and shook his head. "You better... this is the only thing you're lying to me about."

Jinchen: "Yes, nothing else, just this one."

Alric hugged him tighter, and the sense of possession and control was relieved, making him feel safe and addicted.

"Very good." He muttered softly, as if to himself.

He tilted his head back, letting Jinchen place gentle kisses on his neck. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he pinched the back of Jinchen's neck, "Your name... is very strange."

"Chen? Which is your real name?"

Jinchen picked out a clean shirt of similar size and simple style from the wardrobe in the dressing room and helped him put it on.

Her fingertips slid across Alric's warm, firm abdominal muscles and chest.

After fastening the last button, Alric couldn't help but pull him back into his arms, hugging him tightly, not wanting to be separated for a moment.

Jinchen simply rested his head on his shoulder and stroked the fabric of his shirt on his back from time to time, his voice a little lazy.

"Chen. Jinchen."

Alric repeated the pronunciation of the name somewhat awkwardly between his lips, frowning slightly, and being impatient and picky.

"Strange name... it's hard to pronounce."

Jin Chen chuckled, raised his head and kissed the corner of his lips, "Well, it's a bit strange, but... now you are the only one who knows this name."

Alric: "...Oh."

He was satisfied and felt warm in his heart.

Muttering that this was more than enough, he placed a loud kiss on Jinchen's forehead and said in a domineering tone, "Baby, stay away from that John Olga from now on, do you hear me?"

Jinchen raised an eyebrow, feeling that his jealousy was a little unreasonable. "You should know the relationship between him and Vincent."

Alric snorted and curled his lips nonchalantly, "But Vincent is dead."

John, who was still alive and could chat with Cyril behind closed doors, was an eyesore.

Jinchen laughed, shook his head, raised his hand and gently rubbed Alrick's lips, which were a little red, swollen and moist from the kiss, with his fingertips, compromising indulgently.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I won't look for him alone next time."

Alric was in a good mood and was adjusting his new shirt.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 93! 】

[The villain's darkening value is detected -10, totaling 40! 】

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Lunch time.

Since the real murderer Joshua Klein has been arrested, the atmosphere in the restaurant is not relaxed and cheerful, but at least it is no longer as heavy as before.

Count Olga seemed to be in better spirits than in the past few days.

He welcomed Alrick and Jinchen for their return visit, although the smile was a little forced.

Only Julian, who was sitting on the right hand side of the Count, looked tense and anxious, and was more silent than usual during the meal.

Miss Eleanor had been picked up by someone sent by her family, and everyone tacitly agreed not to mention the scandal of her having an affair before marriage.

Jinchen seemed to be cutting the lamb chops on the plate casually and looked at Count Olga sitting in the main seat.

"Your Excellency, regarding Miss Eleanor's matter... have you discovered the identity of her secret lover?"

At the mention of this shameful topic, Count Olga's face darkened. The hand holding the knife and fork paused, as if she didn't want to discuss it in depth. She just shook her head vaguely: "There is no definite news yet. This matter... let it be."

The one who reacted even more was Julian, who was sitting next to the Count. The silver fork in his hand slipped and fell onto the plate.

Julian quickly adjusted his facial expression and before the Earl could ask, he raised his head and looked at Jinchen, "Sorry, my hand slipped."

"It's just that... enough has happened in the manor recently, and my uncle needs to rest. Inspector Cyril, there are some insignificant past events that perhaps need not be mentioned again, so as not to irritate my uncle."

Count Olga sighed, patted the back of Julian's hand, and said with relief, "Good boy."

And from the beginning of the dinner until now, he hasn't even looked at John.

Jinchen looked at them thoughtfully, smiled slightly, and nodded obediently, "Of course, I was presumptuous."

After dinner, Jinchen and Alrick went to the garden under the pretext of taking a walk to digest their food.

"I now have a new suspicion," Jinchen slowed down his pace, making sure only the two of them could hear.

"If this suspicion is confirmed, then Julian has another motive for murder."

Alrick walked beside him, his eyes fixed on the front, his attention completely focused on Jinchen's words.

Still in someone else's manor, Jinchen did not hold Alric's hand, but Alric waited and waited, and finally could not help but hold Jinchen's hand hanging by his side, his fingertips embedded in the gaps between their fingers, and their fingers were interlocked.

"What doubt?" He turned his head to look at Jinchen.