The vicious villain is in luck again

"Master, it's not good!"

Baichuan knocked on the door fiercely.

Ji Qinghan calmed down and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Baichuan said in a panic outside, "Luo Anran suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and went crazy in the room."

"What?"

He quickly got out of bed, grabbed his coat and hurriedly opened the door.

Baichuan saw that Ji Qinghan's belt was not fastened yet, and the panic caused by An Ran's strangeness receded.

"Master, what's wrong with your belt..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw his master running towards An Ran's room.

Baichuan had no choice but to follow Ji Qinghan to Anran's room.

Before he even got close, he heard the huge sound of a vase falling to the ground and breaking into pieces.

He was startled, fearing that something might happen to his master, "Master, my subordinates are here to help you now."

"Stay away."

Ji Qinghan's calm voice came out from the room.

There was another sound of a vase breaking.

Baichuan worriedly said, "But master..."

What responded to him was the sound of the door being slammed shut.

When Ji Qinghan stepped into the room, An Ran, who had woken up, was running around like a deer lost in the forest.

With red eyes, she raised her hand and swept a vase to the ground.

"It's uncomfortable, woohoo."

Seeing that she was about to step on the debris with her bare feet, Ji Qinghan quickly went up to hold her back, "Danger."

An Ran's hand was blocked and he aimed at another vase.

After being kicked away, the large vase could not withstand it. After shaking twice, it fell to the ground and broke into several large pieces.

Ji Qinghan held An Ran's waist to prevent her from moving around, looking at the sharp fragments on the ground with a headache, and for a moment she felt a little resentful about why so many fragile things were arranged in the room.

"It's so uncomfortable, woohoo."

An Ran was buried in Ji Qinghan's arms. Although she felt better, it was a drop in the bucket.

She felt a lot of pain all over her body and couldn't vent it, so she beat his back with her fists and wanted to bite him with her teeth.

But compared to the force with which he knocked the vase off at the beginning, the force became softer and weaker. He failed to bite it, and instead stuffed a piece of cloth into his mouth.

Every time she was beaten, it was she who suffered.

She stopped moving, pursed her lips in aggrieved manner, and kept repeating.

"Uncomfortable."

Hearing the moans one after another, Ji Qinghan's heart almost melted.

He took An Ran's hand, and there were two small shaped flames printed on the thin wrist, and the third small flame was half visible.

Within a moment, An Ran completely lost the energy to make a fuss and fell softly into his arms.

He carried her back to the bed and was about to prick his finger with a needle. He smiled bitterly when he remembered the first time she was poisoned.

There was no talk of returning the shame to her ten times or a hundred times, no talk of slowly torturing her. Before everything was done, she tortured him thoroughly.

And he hit on me like a fool.

Ji Qinghan suddenly changed his mind.

He bit his lip hard, and the smell of blood immediately filled his mouth.

The restless An Ran was like a hungry little hamster that sniffed out food and pounced on Ji Qinghan.

Her eyes were shining, and she leaned forward to lick his bloody lips.

Ji Qinghan pulled her collar away and pulled her away.

An Ran refused to give up and pounced on him.

He took hold of her hands, pressed them against her forehead, and asked her warmly.

"who I am?"

An Ran was stunned for a moment, confusion flashed across his face.

Ji Qinghan said patiently:

"I am Ji Qinghan."

"Ji-Qing-Han."

He faced An Ran again.

"who I am?"

An Ran was smarter this time. She realized that only by answering the man's questions well could she lick the blood from his lips.

"Ji, Ji Qinghan."

Ji Qinghan smiled with satisfaction.

"So good."

He asked An Ran, who was going crazy with desire, "Do you love me?"

An Ran continued to be stunned.

Why do these questions come one after another?

Are you going to let people drink blood?

She sobbed a few times and tried to overcome the person in front of her with her weakness.

"Uncomfortable."

But Ji Qinghan has a heart of stone.

He pinched An Ran's chin.

"Say, you love me."

An Ran moved her mouth a few times, "I..."

This is really not possible, even if she wants that drop of blood so much, even if she is already unconscious.

But she firmly believed from the bottom of her heart that it was impossible for her to fall in love with him.

Her tears fell slowly.

I can’t answer the questions, I can’t drink the blood, ugh.

Uncomfortable.

Tears fell on Ji Qinghan's hand, and he let go.

Ji Qinghan laughed at himself, "You don't love me."

He said sadly, "Do you really love him so much?"

I love you so much that even if I lose my mind, I don’t want to lie to coax him.

This is her serious side.

The "love" she usually says casually is just a playful remark she made casually.

That’s all.

He grabbed An Ran and pressed her head down hard.

The words were crushed between their lips and teeth, "But I love you."

He fell in love with a vicious woman who took pleasure in toying with him.

This is a vicious woman who, even if she has a crush on her, does not prevent her from meeting other men.

Her method was clumsy, she only occasionally cared about him after venting her perverted desires on him.

That made him tempted.

He must have been in the quagmire for too long, and he came across a piece of wood that looked harder on the outside. He knew it was rotten on the inside, but he couldn't wait to grab it. He just hoped that he could use it to float for a while and not be completely swallowed by the quagmire.

Closing his eyes, the tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes merged with An Ran's tears, wetting his clothes.

He didn't want her to know that he loved her when she was conscious.

Because of this, he completely lost his dignity.

He will only become her plaything.

An Ran was like a sudden rain after a long drought, greedily sucking up the warm blood on Ji Qinghan's lips, like a little beast, licking tirelessly.

By the time she curled up contentedly in Ji Qinghan's arms and fell asleep, his body was already in a mess.

He gently brushed An Ran's hair away and hugged her tightly.

"Aran."

He called her over and over again, his voice filled with tenderness that he had never noticed before.

"Aran."

"Aran, I love you."

Even if you are for my blood.

Even if you do it just to amuse me.

Even if your heart belongs to another person.

······

A man stands on the top of a mountain, overlooking all living things.

The long hair on his robe is loose and reaches his waist, without any decoration, and his appearance is handsome and elegant, which can be described as jade and gold.

Snow-haired and black-eyed, as cold as an iceberg and a snow lotus, her divine appearance is inviolable.

As long as he stands there, there will be a kind of static beauty, dragging people's mood into a mysterious and peaceful world.

"I'm back!"

The young girl's voice came from far away.

He turned around, and her bouncing figure was reflected in his calm eyes.

The red ribbons on her buns fluttered in the wind, and occasionally it brushed a little red between her eyebrows. Her eyes were bright and her teeth were bright, lively and smart.

The little girls were chattering around the men.

"I gave myself a name."

"An Ran, sounds good."

"I hope everyone can live in peace."

He lowered his head slightly.

The little girl's smile is as bright as a flower in full bloom, filled with tiny bits of sunlight.

"Let me give you a name too."

The man's calm expression finally changed a little.

"What's the use of that thing?"

An Ran said seriously, "With a name, you have a human touch."

She clenched her hands in front of her chest, "You must be lonely, otherwise why did you create me?"

He moved his eyes away and continued to look at the world under the clouds and fog.

"I'm just tired of endlessly testing the son of fate."

"Let's call it Jingwu."

An Ran jumped up to him and smiled at Cen Cen.

"Have you ever heard of a word called 'Zhi Shang Jing Wu'?"

"It means that the things on the finger are both good and bad."

"I think you must understand the meaning of this word after reading about the common people."

"The word Jingwu best represents you."

She couldn't wait to call him.

"Jingwu."

"······"

"Jing turnip."

The man didn't respond.

An Ran pouted dissatisfiedly, grabbed a corner of his sleeve, and shook it gently.

"Just answer me, okay~~~"

He looked along the slightly swaying arms and met An Ran's expectant eyes.

An Ran tried to call him again.

"Jingwu~~~"

"······"

"Um."

After receiving the response, An Ran's eyes sparkled with dazzling light.

"Yeah!"

She was happily spinning in circles.

"We will all have names from now on."

“So happy!”

Jingwu condensed a water mirror, looked at her face in the mirror, and waved her fingers in front of her.

The person in the mirror has a head full of snowy hair that has turned into black hair, and half of a silver mask is on his face.

Further down, a snow-green double-breasted gown and a curly-pattern cross-collar chest-length shirt and skirt cover up the figure. Her temperament is demure, making her look like a tall woman.

He coughed twice, swayed unsteadily, and the water mirror automatically dissipated.

After resting for a while, Jingwu opened the door and saw the girl huddled in a corner of the bed.

"safely."

Even her voice has become that of a quiet and calm big sister.

An Ran raised her head from between her knees and looked at him.

At this moment, her hair was disheveled, her face was haggard, and her eyes, which were always full of light, were dark and lost their former splendor.

Facing her curious gaze, Jingwu slowly walked to the bed.

"My name is Xiaowu."

"Xiaowu?"

An Ran asked doubtfully, "Are you also created by Jingwu?"

He lowered his eyes and said, "You don't want to see a man."

"He created me to look after you."

An Ran accepted Jing Wu's explanation, climbed to the edge of the bed, and looked up at him carefully.

"Sister Xiaowu, why are you wearing a mask?"

Jingwu put on her mask and said, "I was born ugly and don't want to show my true face to others."

"Harmful." An Ran complained, "Jingwu is really so casual with us."

"You don't care when you pinch me, and you don't give me the appearance of a peerless beauty. When you come here, you can't even look at me?"

Her attention was drawn to her, and her face gained some vivid color.

Jingwu breathed a sigh of relief, sat down and said a few more words.

"He never understands these things."

"You, please be more patient."

Unexpectedly, An Ran seemed to have discovered a new world, her eyes turned a few times on his face, and she smiled.

"Sister Xiaowu, I feel like you talk like him, every time you speak."

Jingwu didn't expect her to be so sharp, her eyelashes trembled, she didn't know how to explain, so she had to stay silent.

"But you are gentler and more humane than him."

"Unlike Jingwu, who is cold and indifferent to me all day long."

An Ran didn't know what he was thinking of, but he looked sad again.

She held Jingwu's hand and said, "Sister Xiaowu, do you think all men are equally cruel?"

"In order to get what they want, they can be tender and sweet to women and agree to it a hundred times."

"But once he gets it, he becomes ruthless and his past is just a blur."

The tip of her nose was red and tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

One by one, they hit Jingwu's hands non-stop, burning his heart to the point of shrinking and hurting.

He wants to say that he is not, but what qualifications does he have to say that he is not?

Over the years, as long as he had been more considerate, An Ran would not be hurt to this extent.

Jingwu could only gently wipe the tears from her face and replied, "I don't know."

An Ran finally couldn't help it, lay in his arms, and cried loudly.

"I'm in so much pain that no one can listen to me."

"They never understood."

"They never cherish it."

"My heart really hurts!"

Jingwu was speechless and could only hug her tighter.

"Why, why is it me?"

An Ran sulked in Jingwu's clothes, collapsed and asked hysterically, "What did I do wrong?"

Jingwu put his hand on her trembling shoulders and sighed.

"You did nothing wrong."

It was him who made a mistake.