Quick Wear: The Crazy Boss Only Loves the Cold Host

Looking at the light reflected in Jiang Qing's pupils, Li Wenyan suddenly recalled the red lights he had seen in the underground parking lot several times before.

He and Jiang Qing looked at each other silently, waiting for Jiang Qing's reply.

"I remember I locked the door, Dr. Li."

The fragrance of Epiphyllum always gives Li Wenyan a sense of security when it lingers around his body, even though this fragrance clearly represents alienation and coldness.

Li Wenyan just laughed softly, "This is my home, Miss Jiang."

When the lights in the room suddenly went out, Li Wenyan completed his personality transformation almost instantly. This should be the only way for them to change their personalities quickly. Without a moment's pause, he found the key to Jiang Qing's room from the drawer of the study and rushed there in the dark.

He knew very well that such a power outage could hardly be a coincidence, so a great deal of fear surged up in his heart at the moment of the power outage. He had to watch Jiang Qing and make sure she was safe.

He would never let the tragedy of ten years ago happen again.

Jiang Qing was not surprised by Li Wenyan's answer. Thinking back to the threats he made on her first day at home, in Li Wenyan's eyes, she should only be under his control.

Jiang Qing's eyes dimmed and she took a step back. The distance between her and Li Wenyan became safe. If she remembered correctly, it was another personality that threatened her at that time.

Li Wenyan was not surprised by Jiang Qing's action. He reached out and rubbed the top of her head with his injured hand. Then he stood up and told Jiang Qing to sleep well, as if the questions and intimate actions just now had never happened.

Li Wenyan didn't say anything more. He watched Jiang Qing return to the room before he slowly let out a breath.

In fact, he has always known that he has a secondary personality.

Whenever a similar crisis occurs, he will show up.

Li Wenyan has a lot of painful and fragmented memories that always make him feel sharp pain in his chest.

Li Wenyan raised his head and twisted it to relax his neck, then slowly walked down the stairs again and sat on the leather piano stool.

His fingertips lingered in the night, playing Chopin's Fourth Ballade.

Jiang Qing, who was about to go to sleep, sat up again when he heard the faint sound of a piano.

Jiang Qing, who had experienced many worlds, could naturally hear that this piece of music had a lot of accents. Li Wenyan had just injured his wrist, and playing the piano like this would definitely make the injury worse.

Jiang Qing sighed and got up from the bed again.

Li Wenyan in the living room closed his eyes, raised the corner of his mouth with a happy arc, turned his wrist, and moved his fingertips. If you ignore his broken wound, this must be a very romantic scene.

Jiang Qing walked to Li Wenyan's side, tore off the band-aid he had bandaged earlier and stuck it tightly to the music score in front of him. The wound on his wrist opened again, and blood continued to flow, wetting the black and white keys under his hand.

In the dim light, the deep red blood even had a hint of black.

"Doctor Li..."

Li Wenyan raised his eyelids upon hearing the voice, deep wrinkles formed in his eyes, with crazy tiredness and excitement in them, "Jiang Qing."

The piano music stopped abruptly, and Jiang Qing's sixth sense suddenly felt uneasy, a signal that danger was approaching.

There was something wrong with Li Wenyan in front of him.

Jiang Qing regretted coming down to check on Li Wenyan. She took a step back and wanted to find an excuse to leave, but Li Wenyan spoke first: "Let's play the piano together."

After he finished speaking, Li Wenyan tightly grasped Jiang Qing's wrist with his blood-stained hand, and he even let out a sigh at that moment.

Jiang Qing's slender and fragile wrist.