Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

Ye Wangchuan examined the wound attentively, and every movement was full of tenderness: "This wound needs to be treated well, otherwise it will leave a scar."

She pulled up her clothes and said in a nonchalant tone: "Don't worry too much about a minor injury. It's not like I haven't suffered such injuries before."

"That was before." Ye Wangchuan interrupted her, his dark eyes were as deep as the sea, but he forbeared and restrained: "I regret this time. If the price of finding medicine is to get you hurt, I would rather not use the antidote."

Qiao Nian looked into his eyes, his brows slowly tightened, and his tone was not very good: "Isn't I fine? Things have priorities. The injury on my shoulder is not serious compared to your poison."

Ye Wangchuan grabbed her hand to get up: "Everything related to you is important to me."

Qiao Nian was stunned. She didn't expect him to say such words. Ye Wangchuan was rarely so anxious and his tone was so urgent.

She wanted to raise her hand to rub her eyebrows, but found that her left hand was firmly held in his palm, so she suppressed her restlessness, her black eyes reflected his eyebrows, and she didn't know how to respond.

"You..." Qiao Nian choked.

Ye Wangchuan's eyes locked on her, he half-crouched on the edge of the sofa, leaned over slightly, and gently lifted Qiao Nian's chin with one hand, his voice low and hoarse, "Do you know? You made me almost lose control."

As soon as the voice fell, he lowered his head and kissed the closed lips domineeringly.

At that moment, it seemed as if there was an electric current running between the two. Ye Wangchuan's kiss was passionate and crazy, with endless desire and possessiveness.

Qiao Nian was startled at first, and there was a stinging pain on her lips, as if punishing her for being distracted at this time, and then she gradually sank into this kiss.

"Nian Nian." Like a whisper or a whisper, gentle as a spring breeze.

Qiao Nian's hands unconsciously climbed up his neck, responding to his enthusiasm. They kissed passionately on the sofa, as if they were the only ones left in the world.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and the ambiguous atmosphere spread quietly.

His eyes sometimes focused on the long kiss, and sometimes inadvertently met with Qiao Nian. The moment of looking at each other seemed to be an electric current.

Finally, Ye Wangchuan stopped, restrainedly opened the distance between the two, raised his hand to hook the girl's drooping hair and put it behind her ears, then lowered his head and put his forehead against hers, and whispered: "Sorry, I didn't want to quarrel with you just now. I just want to tell you that your safety is the highest level of warning line here."

After Ye Wangchuan finished speaking, he raised his hand and twisted her red lips that were kissed, "I didn't want to quarrel with you."

Qiao Nian's tense eyebrows relaxed, "I didn't want to quarrel with you either."

The atmosphere between the two was just right.

Ye Wangchuan got up first to get the ointment, squeezed some cool ointment on his fingertips, and half-knelt beside the sofa to apply the ointment on the corners of her lips with his fingertips.

He did all this naturally and gently, and then he took a tissue to wipe his fingertips slowly: "The thing is in the hands of Zhong Lao, he needs some time to figure out the origin of the plant."

"Yeah." Qiao Nian's heart calmed down all of a sudden, his eyebrows and eyes were deep: "Erinwo attaches so much importance to that plant, it must not be an ordinary thing."

"Yeah." Ye Wangchuan replied softly from his throat: "Just check it out."

*

The next day.

All the researchers were coming, and everyone arrived at the laboratory on time.

Qiao Nian did not squat in his own independent laboratory for the first time. He met with Bethea, the black man and others, and was led by Bethea to meet with people from other laboratories.