Shen Liwu's voice was very low, almost a whisper, as if she was afraid that every word floating in the air would leak out.

Her fingertips were tightly grasping the test report, and the edges of the paper were wrinkled.

Zhou Yanjing's face turned gloomy in an instant, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Poison from Japan? Both of what you said are possible. It's time for you to get off work. Let's go back and report to the chief, and then we can investigate further."

"Yeah, tut."

…

After returning home, Zhou Yanjing went to the army to report, and he returned from the army before dark.

Shen Liwu had just finished taking a shower and her hair was still wet. Zhou Yanjing bought her a hair dryer, and when she was about to blow dry her hair, the hair dryer was taken away by Zhou Yanjing.

"I'll help you."

Zhou Yanjing took the hair dryer and started to blow her hair. Shen Liwu's eyes fell on his careful profile.

Zhou Yanjing's movements were very gentle. The heat from the hair dryer was transferred to her, and her hair gradually dried.

Zhou Yanjing put away the hair dryer and used a comb to help her comb her hair.

He liked Shen Liwu's hair very much, it was smooth and straight. Shen Liwu felt Zhou Yanjing's fingers gently running through her hair.

"It's done." Zhou Yanjing put down the comb, gently twisted her hair with his fingertips, and let go of her hand reluctantly.

“Have you reported to the chief?” Shen Liwu raised his head, a look of concern in his eyes.

Zhou Yanjing nodded, the seriousness between his brows not yet completely dissipated, "I have reported it, the commander has ordered a thorough investigation of the matter, and there may be more actions next."

"oh."

Shen Liwu didn't ask any more questions. She knew that secrets couldn't be told, and these were not what she should ask.

Zhou Yanjing lowered his head and kissed her, his eyes were gentle and doting, he rubbed the top of Shen Liwu's head and said, "Go to bed and wait, I'll go take a shower."

Shen Liwu's cheeks flushed slightly, she nodded gently, turned around and walked to the bedside. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands folded on her knees, her eyes involuntarily glancing towards the door.

Not long after, Zhou Yanjing came out wearing a pair of shorts, with water droplets dripping from the ends of his hair.

His chest was exposed, with clear muscle lines, exuding a unique masculine aura.

The eight abdominal muscles are firm and powerful, and every inch of skin seems to contain endless power.

The water droplets slid down his collarbone, passed over his solid pectoral muscles and were buried under the inverted triangle, vaguely visible.

Shen Liwu swallowed her saliva and looked away without looking away, her palms pinching the quilt, imagining the size of that thing in her mind.

Somewhat filthy!

"Are you still not asleep?"

The man sat down next to her. Shen Liwu subconsciously wanted to escape from his arms, but Zhou Yanjing held her shoulders and pulled her into his arms. Shen Liwu's lips were close to the skin of his chest, and her cheeks became even hotter.