After Being Reborn, The Sick and Tender Lord Always Rips Off My Vest

Shen Yan suddenly panicked, shaking her hands and pushing the person in front of her, her voice changed, "Wilder! Stop! What are you doing!?"

The man's restraint of his struggling movements was far beyond his imagination.

Aristocrats seem to have finally waited for their favorite dishes, and they want to devour them desperately.

Shen Yan's head was full of slurries, incomparably cluttered, shock, panic, lust, and reason intertwined, making him unable to find a breakthrough.

Only trembling voice repeats.

We cannot do this.

"Vic..." the man said, his voice still as beautiful as he was reciting a verse, "Isn't this your request?"

Shen Yan regained consciousness from the chaos, and looked at the man who was supporting him, with long hair falling on his face, "What, what do you mean? My request?"

"You said, we can start a new life..." Wilder leaned over and kissed him, his movements jerky and unwilling to refuse, and then gasped and whispered, "This is our new life."

"No, it's not like that, I don't think so!"

Shen Yan raised her hand and pushed him away, "I just want you to get out of there and live in the sunshine!"

"Vic, I agreed to your request, I moved out with you, I accepted those so-called friends around you, I suppressed my anger and jealousy, and I allowed them in my sight. contact you."

The nobleman's voice became cold, "Then, you must fulfill my wish."

"Vic, or Shen Yan, you are mine."

The man didn't give Shen Yan too much time to react and pulled away his clothes.

"Don't be afraid, Vic, you were born to me."

Wilder's low voice rang in his ears.

The man finally tore off the disguise of being sick. The seemingly thin and frail body contained the power to torture Shen Yan.

When she woke up again, Shen Yan opened her eyes and stared at the sunlight outside the window in a daze.

The strangeness of his body was obvious, and he did not allow him to think that what happened was a dream.

The warm body was gently covered behind her, which was obviously warm, but Shen Yan couldn't help shivering.

"Vic..." The man gently awakened his consciousness, "Are you okay?"

The young man blinked his eyes, covered with tears, he pulled the quilt and covered himself in.

Wilder's eyes darkened for a moment, and then slowly dissipated, "Vic, get up and eat something, the servant made a kind of porridge, which seems to suit your taste."

The person in the quilt was silent and trembled faintly.

Wilder coaxed softly, and finally his face sank, he forcibly pulled the quilt off, and looked down at the naked Shen Yan, "You're crying, you hate me?"

Shen Yan did not speak.

Wilder's anger rose in his chest, wiping away the tears from the corners of Shen Yan's eyes, "Vic, you can't hate me."

The man dragged Shen Yan into his arms again, wandering in heaven and hell, struggling in pain.

"I……"

The young man's voice was low, his fingers brushed the man's face feebly, and fell down again.

The nobleman's heart stabbed violently, and stretched out endlessly to his limbs, "Vic!"