After Being Reborn, The Sick and Tender Lord Always Rips Off My Vest - Chapter 213

Wilder turned around in surprise and sat on the edge of the bed, “How do you want me to answer.”

“No need to answer, I’ve already fainted twice, the answer to this question is obvious.” Shen Yan laughed at herself.

The man didn’t like his expression, he clamped Shen Yan’s chin, forcing him to look at him, “Does Vic have anything to say to me?”

Shen Yan looked at him and lowered her eyelashes, “I only have one request.”

“I like it here, and I don’t want to go anywhere.”

Wilder narrowed his eyes, let go of his arms and hugged Shen Yan out of bed, “Yes.”

Shen Yan’s eyes swept across the head of the bed to make a hidden device for the switch, and sighed in her heart.

Master will probably be angry when he finds out.

It’s just that at the time, he didn’t have the extra energy to think about those.

Now you can think about it.

Shen Yan’s calm reaction surprised Wilder and began to feel uneasy.

He thought about Shen Yan’s countless reactions, but he didn’t expect it to be so calm.

He didn’t refuse him to fall asleep in his arms at night, and even when he wanted to, he would open his body cooperatively.

It’s just that it’s not like him peacefully.

Shen Yan didn’t resist the matter of being locked in the house, and quickly accepted that she couldn’t communicate with the outside world.

A few days later, it was Wilder who couldn’t bear it anymore, “Vic, what do you want.”

Shen Yan put down her chopsticks and looked at him with a smile, “Me? Um… I want a little more flowers in the garden. It’s already spring, but the garden is still green, so it doesn’t look good.”

Wilder rudely pulled the man up, took him upstairs, and pressed against the edge of the balcony, “Do you have to force me to be here, and you have to tell me why you did it?”

“Wilder, what’s wrong with me? I’m just obeying you.” Shen Yan was startled and looked a little helpless.

With a gloomy face, the man forced a few words between his teeth, “You know that’s not what I want.”

“Then why did you hurt me?” Shen Yan asked softly.

Wilder’s expression was shaken for a moment, his heart burst with great pain, and then he threw the person on the bed and pressed him on it.

Afterwards, Shen Yan asked Wilder to bathe him and smiled, “Look, this is very direct, you don’t need to ask those meaningless questions.”

The man was silent, his expression gloomy, like a trapped beast, trapped in his own chess game.

He felt his little sun, slowly dissipating light and heat.

No, even so, he would never let go.

A few days later, Shen Yan didn’t even bother to say anything, Wilder only heard his suppressed voice when he tried to provoke or was rude.

The man felt hopeless and cold.

Even though he was mentally prepared, he still had a fluke mentality, and he began to allow Shen Yan to go out.

Allow An Sheng and the others to be guests.

But even so, nothing has changed for the youth.

“Vic…” Wilder half-kneeled in front of Shen Yan tiredly, “Please, respond to me.”

Shen Yan looked down at him, started to take off her clothes with a calm expression, and then lay down on the bed and closed her eyes.

“No, that’s not what I want, no!” the noble growled in despair.

He was pitiful and pounced on Shen Yan’s side, holding Shen Yan’s hand to his cheek, “I beg you, Vic, please…”

The man was desperate to the extreme. He enjoyed the pleasure of possessing Shen Yan, but the pleasure was fleeting, and then the pain was doubled.

Tears came pouring out at an unknown time, and Wilder was trembling, almost convulsing.

“I’m sorry.” The man finally said.

Shen Yan opened her eyes and looked at the collapsed Wilder.

The aristocrat had tears in his eyes.

“Wilder.”

The youth shouted softly, “You are obedient, and I will forgive you.”