Chapter 1168: Little Angel and Psychopath 10

He was overly afraid to let Jin Zhiyan blurt out his inner thoughts, speaking without restraint and mentioning taking medicine when Jin Chen fell ill.

But everyone in the Jin Family knows that Jin Chen's illness must never be mentioned in his presence.

Jin Chen sat in the dark, hearing this, a smile curled his lips, carrying a chilling gloom that made people shudder.

Having an episode, take medicine.

What illness do I have? Explain in detail.

The words 'lunatic' were already on his lips, but Jin Zhiyan dared not say them, his fists clenched on both sides until they ached.

Uncle...

Jin Chen couldn't be bothered to listen to his nonsense, he raised a hand to signal, his wrist bones protruding, appearing unhealthy pale in the darkness, all the more eerie.

Jin Zhiyan was again forced to kneel, an electric baton jabbed into his neck, three burly black-clad men holding him down so he couldn't move.

Ahhhhh!

Jin Zhiyan's veins bulged all over, his face flushed from the shock, he spasmed and trembled, drool uncontrollably leaking from his mouth.

There was no trace of his usual gentle, refined young master demeanor.

The butler slightly bowed, pressed his earpiece, 'Sir, the young master is looking for you.'

Jin Chen glanced at Luo Rui'an, 'Take him away.'

Luo Rui'an snapped out of his shock, flung aside the three men holding Jin Zhiyan, his angel wings unfurled to shield him, a seven-colored halo swirling around the dark basement.

The black-clad men were overturned to the ground, blood spattering from the corners of their mouths.

You dare harm my people? I will surely kill you!

Luo Rui'an's beautiful eyes turned fierce, his gaze like poisoned blades glaring at Jin Chen, yet he had no intention of continuing the fight today.

This person is unlike ordinary humans.

His emerald pupils shifted slightly, Jin Chen's expression became hard to describe.

In the original plot, the protagonist was described as extraordinarily noble and beautiful, with rainbow feathers and gorgeous red hair, making one think he was breathtakingly divine.

It turns out those rainbow colors are just a chaotic mix without any pattern.

Ah... like a giant feather duster.

Luo Rui'an used angelic divine power to initiate an instantaneous teleport, and just before vanishing he caught sight of someone entering through the back door.

Xi Er and Luo Rui'an locked eyes out of thin air, both equally shocked, neither having imagined the other would appear here.

Then Luo Rui'an took Jin Zhiyan and vanished on the spot, leaving only the terrified Xi Er standing at the doorway, the object in his hand dropping as he remained dazed for a long time.

Luo Rui'an... why is he also here?

The perceptive butler immediately led the black-clad men in retreat.

What's wrong?

Jin Chen raised his eyes and asked, interrupting Xi Er's wild thoughts.

Xi Er suddenly lifted his head to look at Jin Chen, breathing ragged, he hurried over and threw himself into his embrace, his slender eyes wet with tears, filled with extreme panic and unease.

More unsettling than any previous occasion.

Luo Rui'an had just revealed his rainbow wings, far more beautiful than his own, and Jin Chen saw them...

Jin Chen wondered if he, too, would be attracted to Luo Rui'an's beauty and wings like they were... and then he would still be unwanted, still be discarded.

The more he thought, the more suffocated he felt; Xi Er's thin shoulders trembled, the misty depths of his eyes flickered with despair, his whole self seeming to merge into this thick darkness.

Xi Er clung tightly to Jin Chen, wanting to speak but suddenly coughed, forcibly suppressing the bloody taste, 'Chen...'

Jin Chen held him, gently stroking his back, his fingertip pressing on the lips that Xi Er had bitten hard, forcing him to release.

If you have something to say, just say it, don't bite.

Xi Er pitifully shook his head, unable to speak another word, 'Kiss.'

His tear-filled eyes held astonishing stubbornness as he knelt on Jin Chen's thigh, lowering his waist to plead, the lace‑hollowed sheer fabric outlining his slender waist, grasped by Jin Chen's knotted hand.

Jin Chen suddenly grew tender, perhaps because Xi Er was being overly obedient, he softly kissed away the tears at the corner of his eyes, breathing warm air into his ear.

This time it was Xi Er who couldn't wait, he eagerly wanted to prove he was still favored, wouldn't be driven away, tears streaming down his face as he pressed his lips to Jin Chen's in a clumsy kiss.

During the kiss, Jin Chen continually soothed the trembling little angel in his arms until Xi Er, unable to breathe, pulled away on his own.

Yet even so, he refused to loosen his tight embrace, almost embedding his whole self into Jin Chen's arms, as if he never wanted to part.

Calm down now? Jin Chen lowered his gaze to look at him, his eyes dark with indulgence.

His damp eyelashes quivered; Xi Er trembled slightly, his cheek pressed against the chest before relaxing a bit, 'Mm.'

That winged, color‑splashed fellow just now—you look somewhat alike; what's your relationship?

Hearing Jin Chen mention Luo Rui'an, Xi Er still felt uneasy, shaking his head and refusing to speak.

I hate him.

Xi Er even dared not ask Jin Chen whether he would like Luo Rui'an's wings, fearing the answer would be the same as countless times before—always affirmation and mockery.

Luo Rui'an is the most beautiful little angel—who wouldn't like him?

【Villain Blackening Value +5 detected, total 75!】

Jin Chen lifted Xi Er's chin, 'I hate him, but you look so weak you can't beat him.'

Xi Er bit his lip, then obediently pressed the back of Jin Chen's hand, his cheek rubbing lightly against the palm, and in Jin Chen's ever‑deepening gaze he tilted his head to kiss the palm.

Want me to help you?" Jin Chen understood, a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth, "Then you need to show deeper sincerity."

Xi Er frowned, then kissed Jin Chen's lips again.

That still won't do.

Xi Er had no recourse, clear tears tracing his cheeks, feeling utterly wronged, he wanted Jin Chen to teach him.

Jin Chen withdrew his hand from Xi Er's chin, then placed it on the fragile, fair neck of the little angel, stroking gently, his tone still malicious.

Show me your wings.

Xi Er was already used to Jin Chen stroking his wings; obediently he shook out his blue feathers, but this time they did not spread, instead they weakly closed up as if frightened, almost covering Xi Er.

He was really afraid.

Afraid that after Jin Chen saw Luo Rui'an, he would think he was not good-looking.

But Jin Chen continued as before, gently stroking the slightly trembling wings.

"Still, your feathers are the prettiest."

Jin Chen sincerely sighed; differing aesthetics kill the little angel, and even the poisoned eyes have been baptized.

Xi Er, with his brain turned to mush from sorrow, pondered the meaning of those words, then incredulously lifted his gaze, "Pretty, mine?"

"Mm-hmm."

Jin Chen smiled again, raising an eyebrow as he pinched Xi Er's cheek, "What expression."

"Luo Rui'an, pretty." Xi Er's tone fell a bit.

"That scruffy red-feathered chicken?"

Jin Chen pinched his face harder, "Don't try to corrupt my thoughts."

Xi Er seemed to be listening to Arabian Nights, the more he listened the more his eyes filled with tears; even if he realized perhaps it was just an aesthetic difference between Earth and Tian Shi Xing, he still couldn't help it.

He choked out a sound, and proactively offered his wings to Jin Chen's hands—these wings that countless angels had once despised.

【Detected Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 30!】

After a while, Xi Er finally recovered in Jin Chen's soothing; by then his clothes were half slipped off, not covering his body, with light gauze shirts piled up at his waist.

He wanted to sit up and put on his clothes, but Jin Chen stopped him.

His deep brows and eyes pressed close, Jin Chen's smile wicked, leaving a love bite on his neck, like a demon.

"I'm taking in advance the… compensation for helping you get revenge."

He said this, his thumb parting the tightly closed lips and slipping into the warm, moist mouth.

The little angel's obedience far exceeded Jin Chen's imagination; even when bullied to the point of trembling all over, he still spread his wings, letting them take as they pleased.

In the dark, bloody basement, the thoroughly fallen angel knelt-sat in a wheelchair on the strong human's legs, wings sinking and floating, silver chain swaying.

It seemed only this way could they survive.

…

Jin Chen held the sleeping Xiao Tian Shi in his arms; when leaving the basement, he picked up the thing that Xi Er had dropped as soon as he entered.

A painting with messy, unskilled brushstrokes.

It was a copy of his ocean angel painting, except that a person sitting in a wheelchair had been added to the shoreline.

He chuckled softly, indulgence flickering in the depths of his eyes, and carefully put the drawing away.