Chapter 95 I'm worried about you

The moment her body was lifted into the air, her first reaction was not to struggle and refuse, but to hug his neck.

Because they were so close, Tong Wanwan could even hear the man's heartbeat almost bursting out of his chest.

"Bang-bang-bang."

It made her heart palpitate more than the sudden gunshot.

It was not until Elvis held her and placed her in his passenger seat that Tong Wanwan realized her face was flushing.

"...Thank you." She murmured, lowering her eyelids.

As expected, Mr. Marshal is the person in the world who makes people feel most safe.

After escaping danger and relaxing, Tong Wanwan noticed the bruises on her wrists had grown increasingly red and purple. She wasn't prone to leaving marks easily; it was simply because the kidnapper's rope was too tight. She secretly untied the thick rope, and even before she shot the kidnapper, her hands were still numb.

Now that I came to my senses, I felt a bit of pain.

Subconsciously, she moved her fingers to touch her left wrist, where there were obvious red and swollen bruises.

After quickly finding a box of topical medicine and disinfectant, Elvis turned around and saw the black-haired girl trying to poke the wound like a curious baby.

"Wanwan, don't touch it!" Without a second thought, he grabbed her finger and said sternly, "Be careful of infection."

It seemed that he was even more nervous than her.

"I'll help you apply the medicine." The silver-haired man half-knelt in front of her, first putting on a pair of thin medical gloves, then wiping the wound disinfectant around the bruises on her hands and ankles. Finally, he carefully applied the topical medicine.

Mr. Marshal's movements were very light and slow.

Moreover, the way he held her hand and applied the medicine bit by bit was a gentle gesture that Tong Wanwan had never seen before.

One person was sitting and the other was half-kneeling.

This bird's-eye view... is very subtle.

She didn't need to look very hard to see clearly that in the other person's eyes, there was a look of heartache and cherishment that anyone could see.

When those sparkling golden eyes were looking at only one thing or one person, it was like a terrifying and lonely dragon clumsily guarding its most precious treasure.

No one would have the heart to refuse.

Even she is no exception.

"Ives..."

Inexplicably, Tong Wanwan was like a human whose mind was attracted by a fairy. She stretched out her hand and put her fingertips close to the silver-haired man's eyes.

Noticing the black-haired girl's movements, he froze slightly, but did not dodge away. He let her stroke his eyelashes and accidentally touched his drooping upper eyelid.

Ives: “!”

The girl's body temperature is slightly higher than that of ordinary people. She is like a natural heater, and even the temperature of her fingertips is slightly hot.

However, he also noticed something very important: "You just called my name?"

"Huh?" Tong Wanwan was startled. "Mr. Marshal?"

Elvis frowned slightly, "You just said 'Elvis'." Is this a denial?

"Sorry," she blinked innocently, not even realizing what she had just blurted out, "I'll remember to call you by your honorific next time."

Elvis: “…”

After a while, the silver-haired man sighed softly, "No need to use honorifics, just call me by my name."

Mr. Marshal, are you such an easy-going person?

Tong Wanwan pursed her lips and smiled, "Just call him Mr. Marshal. I'm used to it."

Her smile actually broke up the subtle and charming atmosphere they had just had.

Elvis nodded, and seeing her finally smile, the heaviness in his heart disappeared for the most part.

Take it slow, as long as she is happy, safe, and by his side.

Calling him "Mr. Marshal" ten thousand times is sweet to him.

…

After treating the bruises on Tong Wanwan's body, Elvis stood up and watched the girl who was sitting obediently in her seat stand up with him, raising her black eyes and looking at him without blinking.

Suddenly, the Marshal, who was not interested in any cute creatures, wanted to touch the girl's hair at this moment.

Even the hair looks soft and gentle.

It must feel good to the touch.

"Ahem," Elvis coughed lightly and looked away uncomfortably. In less than two seconds, he quietly moved his gaze back, "Wanwan, do you have any other wounds on your body?"

Thinking of the kidnappers, Elvis' eyes darkened, and the anger suppressed in his heart was about to burst out.

Although he ordered his subordinates to search the surveillance videos of the entire commercial street, but... Elvis, who came here following the "smell", did not have time to look at the video of Tong Wanwan being kidnapped.

Fortunately, Tong Wanwan was not in danger of life.

Otherwise, he would never forgive himself in his life and would never let go of the criminal who hurt her.

But...how did Wanwan manage to get the stun gun? After all, the kidnapper was an adult man several times stronger than her.

"Other wounds..." Tong Wanwan paused and lifted the long hair covering the back of her neck. "Are there any here?"

When she was being chased by a kidnapper on a shopping street, she felt a sharp prick on the back of her neck and passed out. Later, she found anesthetics and a shock gun on him, and learned about the kidnapper's method of kidnapping: micro-anesthetic needles.

"!" Elvis frowned and indeed found a very small pinhole on the back of her neck.

"I'll take you back for a physical examination immediately!" said the silver-haired man in a hoarse voice.

Even though the central area is the cleanest in the entire federation, it cannot completely avoid the emergence of disgusting black trade: various illegal drugs researched, weapons manufactured and sold privately...

What if the kidnappers injected Wanwan with some drug that would cause damage to her body...

"Mr. Marshal!"

Suddenly coming back to his senses, Elvis met the girl's worried gaze and noticed the anesthetic that appeared out of thin air in her hand.

Noticing the growing pressure from the silver-haired marshal, and fearing he might overthink things, Tong Wanwan hurriedly explained, "I forgot to tell you just now. The kidnappers only injected me with anesthetic. Here."

She handed Elvis a small bottle of anesthetic and the microneedle used as an injection tool.

"Oh, and the blaster he had on him. Here you go. These are the weapons we found on him."

"Don't worry," the girl said, pretending to be relaxed. "Thanks to him, I've even awakened my spiritual power!"

Although...even she didn't know that she had mental power originally, but now the "restrictions" were completely opened, or when she encountered danger, the stimulation was too great and it suddenly awakened.

Elvis: “……!!”

It was like a bolt from the blue, and he froze in his place.

Don't worry, how can he not worry?

He had never been able to see through her unique healing abilities, so he had always assumed that she had psychic powers, but they were just difficult to detect.

But now, Wanwan said that she had awakened her spiritual power, or was she forced to stimulate her potential and suddenly awakened...

"No," Ives refused to give in this time. "Not only a physical examination, but also a comprehensive test of mental strength is required."

The spiritual power awakened through abnormal means is extremely harmful to the human body. Moreover, most people will awaken to low-level spiritual power, and even if they train hard in the later stages, they will not be able to upgrade their level.

Only a very small number of lucky people who are blessed by God will be exceptions.

(End of this chapter)