But before the attack reached him, a strange fragrance wafted to his nose.
Chu Yan held the unconscious Qin Zhao in his arms and sighed softly, "You really don't behave."
After laying Qin Zhao on the couch, Chu Yan continued to treat her wound. The process was agonizing, and he suddenly understood why he had been rough with her that day.
His gaze fell on Qin Zhao's red lips,
and he felt an inexplicable urge to taste them carefully.
Chu Yan was never one to deny himself, so he just did it.
The unconscious Qin Zhao furrowed her brow as she felt a struggle to breathe, somewhat uncomfortable.
Chu Yan then spared her, looking at the blood-red lips with self-satisfaction.
Knock knock knock, came a knocking at the door.
"Are you done yet? Can we record the statement now?"
Huo Xun's teasing voice followed.
Chu Yan answered coldly, "No, wait."
"Hey, this is a police station, not your house! Is it necessary to take so long just to wrap a wound?"
