“Qiqi, don’t give yourself so much stress.”
Yun Huan looked deeply into Qin Yi’s eyes, his flawless face becoming gentler.
The little fella was giving herself too much pressure; it wasn’t good.
Qin Yi took a deep breath and suppressed the agitation in her heart. “You’re right, I’m too worked up.”
Improving one’s abilities wasn’t something that could happen overnight, so she shouldn’t rush it. Otherwise, she might reach a bottleneck and become stuck.
Qin Yi hugged Yun Huan, her hands going around his waist, and Yun Huan embraced Qin Yi in silence. The young lady’s unique scent was on the tip of his nose.
There was chaos around them, but Yun Huan and Qin Yi simply embraced each other, the sight as beautiful as a painting.
But in Mu Xuanran’s opinion, this was simply offensive to the eyes.
His light pink lips pursed tightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly lifted up, which meant that he was in a very bad mood at this moment.
His heart was beating but he could clearly feel a hint of pain in his heart. It was like needles, densely packed, and they weren’t intense but very hard to ignore.
No matter how slow he was, he realized that the little fella, whom he only had the pleasure of meeting once before, had moved his heart.
But she belonged to someone else already.
Mu Xuanran was somewhat regretful. Why hadn’t he been the one who met Qin Yi first?
But even someone like him, who was unbridled, couldn’t do something like snatching away someone else’s woman.
Mu Xuanran suddenly turned his head and stopped looking at those two people hugging each other sweetly. His red t-shirt was covered in filth and there were long, thin wounds on his arms.
He was left with a broken heart and sadness. What could he do? They were just not meant to be, but this was the first person he had fallen in love with. Could he really forget her?
After Mu Xuanran left, Yun Huan suddenly looked up and narrowed his peach blossom eyes as he looked in the direction that Mu Xuanran had just gone to.
There were just some people he would never let go of. Qiqi belonged to him and nobody could ever take her away from him. Nobody at all.
At Imperial capital, Dr. Lin was swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, the fresh red liquid a very alluring color.
Dr. Lin took a sip elegantly, his lips slightly stained and the red liquid similar to blood, making his clean and scholarly face slightly demonic.
The door opened and someone entered.
“How is it?” Dr. Lin didn’t look at the person, taking another sip of red wine.
“Doctor, number seven and eight are dead,” Ah-Sen responded respectfully.
“Oh?” Dr. Lin seemed slightly interested, placing his glass down. “They’re dead? Was it her?”
“Yes, Doc. She killed both number seven and eight herself.”
“Tsk, she’s the test subject I have my eye on, indeed,” Dr. Lin’s eyes glistened slightly.
Ah-Sen felt fear in his heart. He knew that Dr. Lin was perverted; you would rather be ignored than have him be interested in you. The outcome for whoever Dr. Lin had his eyes on was hard to explain in just a few words.
“Oh right, doc, young master Xuan seemed to treat her differently.” Ah-Sen hesitated for a moment but finally told Dr. Lin what he knew.
A crash resounded as the glass of wine fell to the floor, breaking into pieces and spilling red wine everywhere.
Dr. Lin’s eyes were cold, and his elegant face seemed slightly contorted with anger.
“What did you say?”
A strong, oppressive pressure pressed against Ah-Sen and he immediately fell to his knees, unable to handle the weight as he perspired profusely.
“Doc- Doctor, please spare my life,” Ah-Sen begged.
Just as Ah-Sen thought that he was about to die, the pressure on his body went away.
