Quick Wear: My Master is a Drama King

Jingkong thought that he should leave now.

But his feet were completely out of control and remained motionless like a stone statue.

Feeling unacceptable, going deeper.

Fate often likes to play tricks on people. By the time they realize what they have done, they have already missed it.

Jingkong silently lowered his head and stood there blankly for who knows how long. Perhaps it was only after the noise in the room died down that he finally came to his senses.

He was in a state of confusion now, because an unknown voice kept echoing in his mind.

The voice coaxed, "Angry? Jealous? Regretful?"

"Do you regret not accepting your donation back then, and do you regret pushing your beloved away?"

"And you can only stand aside, like an outsider, watching him chatting and laughing with others but unable to intervene?"

Then the voice changed, full of cold malice: "You deserve it!! Because you are a coward!!"

After that, the voice whispered again: "Since you can't keep Ah Zhao, give your body to me and let me bring him back."

"Whatever you like, I will help you get it..."

"I will also help you destroy what you hate..."

"Hmm..." Jingkong's breathing became rapid, and suddenly he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, looking painfully like a trapped beast. His eyes had lost their luster and his teeth were clenched tightly.

His usually compassionate expression was completely shattered and became extremely strange.

When he stood up and raised his head again, his aura had changed dramatically, becoming wild and weird.

This is completely obsession.

Now he is both clear and empty.

He raised his hand to cover his evil eyes, then laughed softly, "Jingkong, Jingkong... If you don't even dare to face your own heart, what use are you?"

"This body will be mine from now on, and I, Jingyou, will also take care of your donor Zhaoran..."

He leaned forward and laughed in a creepy way: "Haha...haha...hahaha...A Zhao...A Zhao..."

Then he looked at the closed door and turned to leave.

He still has some self-awareness. He can't confront them head-on now, otherwise no one will gain the upper hand.

After all, Liu Yijin is not a simple person.

…………

It was already noon the next day when Zhao Ran woke up, and Liu Yi Jin had already left and was no longer by his side.

He felt empty under the quilt, and when he got up he accidentally pulled his body, causing him to groan.

He raised his hand with difficulty and rubbed his aching waist, his expression full of resentment and grievance.

"it hurts……"

His skills were so poor and he kept tossing them back and forth, and although it helped him recover a bit of his demonic power, he just held a grudge.

Liu Yijin, you're done.

Liu Yijin, who had just returned from work, happened to hear the complaint.

"Click", he pushed the door open and walked in, with a smile on his face.

"I applied the medicine on you before I left, but you're still in so much pain? Is Zhao too delicate? You cried all night last night, and the water almost submerged the house... It's like rain..."

Seeing Liu Yijin coming back, Zhaoran subconsciously shrank back, covering himself with the quilt.

Hearing his words, she looked at him with resistance, her ears red as she spoke tremblingly: "Jin...Brother Jin...you're back..."

Liu Yijin seemed not to notice the boy's uneasiness. She walked over to the bedside and helped him dress without looking away.

During this period, Zhaoran was extremely well-behaved. He would raise his hand whenever he was told to and was extremely docile.

Seeing this, the smile on Liu Yijin's lips became more obvious, and her whole body exuded a tenderness and tenderness that he didn't even notice.

Looking at the young man in front of him, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.

Now the boy is covered in his marks inside and out; his entire body belongs to him.

Everything that a young man deserves should be given by him.

It turns out that we should use tough measures, otherwise we don’t know when he will slip away like a rabbit and disappear without a trace.

While thinking about this, he helped Zhaoran put on his clothes.

When preparing to put socks on Zhaoran, Liu Yijin could clearly see several red marks on the boy's white and tender feet.

This is his masterpiece.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Zhaoran's feet. Suddenly, the scene of last night emerged in his mind.

White and tender.

Scarlet.

ululation.

His eyes gradually became sickly.

Ah... I really can't control myself. What should I do?

Just follow your heart...

Liu Yijin's slender hand suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhaoran's ankle, then he lowered his head closer.

Zhao Ran was startled and wanted to retract his feet but was unable to move. He could only silently endure Liu Yijin's bullying.

The wetness on his feet made Zhaoran's nose ache, and tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

And bullied him regardless of his wishes...

"Wuwu...Brother Jin...Can you please change back? I don't want to be like this..."

"Brother Jin... woo..."

Obviously, Liu Yijin's behavior really scared Zhaoran.

Liu Yijin let go of Zhaoran's feet, raised her head and asked softly, "Don't like it? That won't do. Zhaoran has to get used to it. Brother Jin does this because he likes you."

He looked at the tearful boy, kissed his wet cheek, and said softly, "Okay, don't cry. If you cry any more, your eyes will get swollen."

Zhao Ran sniffed softly, pushed his face away with both hands, and said aggrievedly: "It's all your fault... woo..."

But in his heart, his face was full of danger as he said: [Liu Yijin is completely finished! He actually kissed my face with the mouth that kissed my feet!!]

Bai Jihei was watching with great interest, but when he heard this, he said in confusion: [He kissed your feet, and he didn't even dislike your feet, so why are you blaming him? ]

Zhao Ran raised his eyebrows: [Are you on my side or on his side? ]

Bai Jihei wagged his tail and quickly said, "Of course I'm going to ask you! Who is Liu Yijin?!"

Zhao Ran smiled: [So good~]

Next, Liu Yijin returned to her usual gentle and gentle self, without any sign of abnormality.

He helped Zhaoran clean up as if nothing had happened, then carried him out to eat.

During this period, although Zhaoran resisted, he still calmed down under Liu Yijin's gentle smile.

Who knows when he will go crazy again?

After Liu Yijin sat down, Zhaoran moved awkwardly while sitting on his lap.

He whispered, "Brother Jin...someone is watching..."

Liu Yijin seemed to have just realized it and waved his hand to let the servants leave.

Soon they were the only two left.

Liu Yijin picked up the porridge in front of her, blew on it gently, and then brought it to Zhaoran's mouth: "I'm sorry, you can only eat this now."

Zhao Ran looked at the tasteless porridge in front of him with resistance, but finally drank it.

Seeing this, Liu Yijin rubbed Zhaoran's hair and praised him in a gentle voice: "A Zhao is so good~"

Like coaxing a child.

After the meal, Liu Yijin rubbed Zhaoran's waist considerately, and said, "After they pack up, we will go back to Mingri Villa."

Zhao Ran nodded meekly: "Okay."