Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Chapter 2898 Town Infrastructure Construction in Full Swing 18

Huo Zhaoye slept here for the night. During the night, Jin Chen woke him up to eat something. He also took advantage of his sleepiness to hug and cuddle with Jin Chen, and he would only continue to sleep if Jin Chen held him tightly. Jin Chen even wanted to test whether he was pretending to be asleep.

As it turned out, Huo Zhaoye was so exhausted that he fell asleep without even realizing he was being kissed.

It was already bright outside.

Jin Chen got up, straightened his slightly wrinkled clothes, and went to the outer room.

Huo Zhaoye leaned against the window smoking, his hair still a little wet, as if he had just washed it with cold water.

He tilted his head, gazing out the window at the silent bridge, his eyes vacant, his brows furrowed unconsciously, a cigarette between his fingers.

Hearing footsteps, Huo Zhaoye turned around, his eyes flickered, and he casually stubbed out the half-smoked cigarette on the windowsill.

"I'm awake. The rice is warming up in the pot. I'll go heat it up."

Jin Chen walked to the table and sat down.

Huo Zhaoye went to the stove, lifted the pot lid, and found a simple bowl of porridge and side dishes warm inside.

He filled two bowls, brought them over, placed them on the table, and sat down opposite Jin Chen.

After taking a few bites, Huo Zhaoye finally noticed something, looked up at Jin Chen, then glanced at the distance of about half a table between them, and frowned.

He put down his chopsticks. "We've already kissed, why are you still avoiding me?"

We were sitting so close last night, but this morning we're sitting so far apart.

Jin Chen slowly picked up a piece of pickled vegetable with her chopsticks, and only after swallowing it did she look up at Huo Zhaoye.

"You only kiss me, but you don't say anything." He paused, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and gently blew on it. "It's better not to let people misunderstand."

These words sounded somewhat aggrieved, but for some reason, coming from Jin Chen's mouth, they always made people feel that this grievance was probably just something he was pretending to do to amuse people.

Huo Zhaoye: "..."

Who exactly is playing hard to get?

He hasn't complained yet!

After having breakfast, Huo Zhaoye came out of Jin Chen's room.

He stood at the door, but did not leave immediately. He turned around and looked at Jin Chen, who had seen him out.

The morning light was brighter than inside the house. Jin Chen leaned against the door frame, her light gray old shirt slightly open at the collar, revealing a section of her collarbone. Her soft black hair fell over her forehead, and her lips were redder than usual, slightly swollen.

Huo Zhaoye's gaze lingered on the marks and lips. Without thinking, he stepped forward, raised his hand to grab Jin Chen's nape, wanting to pull him over for another kiss.

Jin Chen turned his head to avoid the first attempt, but Huo Zhaoye persisted, placing his other hand on Jin Chen's waist.

Jin Chen dodged to the side again, but didn't completely avoid it. Her waist was grabbed, and she was pulled close to Huo Zhaoye's chest.

He wasn't annoyed; in fact, a faint smile appeared in his eyes as he gently patted Huo Zhaoye's cheek with his palm.

The force was very light, more like intimate flirting, and it went straight into Huo Zhaoye's heart.

Huo Zhaoye's breath hitched. This half-hearted resistance, tinged with a smile, was more irresistible than indulgence. Almost no one could refuse it; they would willingly succumb, even knowing that there might be a trap ahead.

Huo Zhaoye was no exception.

He even felt that the more Jin Chen acted with such ease and aloofness, the stronger his urge to kiss her, possess her, and break through her calm exterior to see more of her true emotions became.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he wanted to lean in again. If he wasn't allowed to kiss him, then he would kiss him anyway.

Jin Chen pulled away slightly, her fingertips touching, "Lord Huo, if you don't intend to say anything, it's best not to kiss."

Huo Zhaoye: "..."

That’s it again!

The feeling of being suspended in mid-air, neither up nor down, was driving him crazy, and his dissatisfaction and restlessness reached their peak.

Huo Zhaoye couldn't utter a single word of the jumbled thoughts that were swirling in his mind.

Needless to say, Jin Chen looked at him with that kind of gaze, not allowing him to take it any further.

Huo Zhaoye was dissatisfied with this feeling of being controlled, and his domineering and forceful nature resurfaced. He tightened his grip, trying to pull Jin Chen back into his arms.

Jin Chen leaned back slightly, her fingers deftly slipping into his open pocket to pull out a cigarette case.

With a flick of the finger, the lid popped open.

He picked up a cigarette and, with Huo Zhaoye still holding him around the waist, ran his thumb along the roller.

The flame lit up, illuminating the short distance between them, as well as Jin Chen's slightly lowered profile and the cigarette he held between his pale lips.

Jin Chen took a breath, narrowed his eyes slightly, and then slowly exhaled a bluish-white smoke towards Huo Zhaoye.

The smoke wasn't thick; it had only a slightly bitter herbal scent that blended with the unique sandalwood aroma emanating from Jin Chen. The smoke rose and swirled, creating a hazy barrier between the two, blurring their vision and amplifying all their senses.

Huo Zhaoye had never seen Jin Chen like this before.

The chill faded, and looking at him through the thin smoke, his eyes held a hidden hook.

Huo Zhaoye had never imagined that the smell of herbs could be so fragrant, so fragrant that it made his throat dry, his heart pound, and his blood feel like it was on fire.

He greedily and uncontrollably leaned forward, his nose following the wisp of smoke that was about to dissipate, wanting to smell more of Jin Chen's scent.

Jin Chen removed the lit cigarette from his lips and put it into Huo Zhaoye's slightly open mouth.

Huo Zhaoye subconsciously put it in his mouth, and the aroma of tobacco instantly filled his mouth.

Jin Chen looked at him calmly, the smoke blurring his features but making his smile even clearer.

"Did you understand?"

It was clearly the tone of an instructor, but in this setting and atmosphere, it was so incongruous it was unsettling, and it struck a nerve in Huo Zhaoye's body that it had been provoked to the extreme, making his scalp tingle.

Huo Zhaoye twirled the cigarette, still carrying Jin Chen's scent and warmth, on his tongue and took a deep drag.

The smoke entered my lungs, slightly bitter and cool, but it couldn't quell the raging fire in my heart.

Huo Zhaoye looked at Jin Chen through the wisps of smoke and chuckled softly, "I've learned something."

Jin Chen turned and went into the house, closing the door behind him.

Huo Zhaoye didn't leave. He leaned against the earthen wall outside Jin Chen's house and slowly finished the cigarette that Jin Chen had put in his mouth.

The bitterness of the herbs, mixed with the faint scent of agarwood, lingered on the lips and teeth, and also on the heart.

Huo Zhaoye tilted his head back, exhaled a puff of smoke, and watched it dissipate in the morning breeze until the cigarette butt burned down to the tip of his finger, at which point he came back to his senses.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 57! 】