Twenty-seven feathers

It was five in the morning, and everything was quiet. Most people were still chasing the end of their dreams, but a dim light was quietly turned on in a laboratory of the Strange Trace Research Department. Zhao Tang, wearing a white coat, sat in front of the operating table, holding two identical pieces of evidence given to him by Ye Linghan. After making the preliminary preparations, he placed them in the testing instrument.

He was a little nervous and kept rubbing his fingertips while waiting.

He had to report to his senior sister before using the instrument, but the schedule was full recently, so he could only jump the queue for testing in the morning.

A few days ago, I heard from my senior sister that the professor was going on a business trip recently, so he got up early and went to the laboratory to test the evidence given by Ye Linghan.

"Snap—" Suddenly, the lights turned on and the laboratory was instantly bright.

Zhao Tang trembled all over, and a thin layer of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He forced his stiff body to turn around and look outside the door.

"Qu...Professor Qu."

Zhao Tang swallowed with his Adam's apple rolling, his heart beating violently like a drum, and he tried his best to suppress his nervousness.

Wasn't he on a business trip? Why...

The man outside the door had gray hair on his temples, and his brows looked like a deep pool washed by time. He was quiet and steady, and the elegance of a scholar could be seen under the silver-wire glasses. Although he looked over fifty years old, he was worthy of the description of "gentle as jade". The white hair on his temples looked like pine needles covered with snow, his lips were as thin as glass, his figure was slender and straight, and even his simple and plain white coat could not conceal the heroic spirit that he exuded inadvertently. His whole body showed signs of being washed by time.

"What are you doing?" Professor Qu glanced at the instrument with a solemn expression.

"I... I'm doing an experiment..." Zhao Tang thought that if he spoke vaguely, he might be able to get away with it.

Professor Qu walked towards the instrument and stared at it for a moment. "CLY-20?"

Zhao Tang was stunned because the result had not come out yet, but he said it in advance with great confidence.

"I don't know yet, but I guess there is this element." He observed the professor's expression and saw that he didn't look angry, so he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"By the way, Professor." Zhao Tang took out another test report and handed it to the professor. "This is what we just detected. It doesn't contain CLY-20."

The professor took it, glanced at it briefly, and handed the paper back without saying a word.

Zhao Tang nodded and took it carefully, but he was still very reserved and didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary.

He had rarely met the professor, so he had no idea of ​​his temperament and had to be careful in everything he did.

"Beep—" the machine issued a sharp prompt sound, and as the test was completed, the report was printed out synchronously.

Professor Qu took the report from Zhao Tang and scanned it from top to bottom. His warm and gentle face instantly turned gloomy. His hand holding the report trembled slightly, whether from nervousness, excitement, or anger. He spoke slowly, muttering softly, "It will come eventually—"

He handed the report back to Zhao Tang and said, "When I get back from my business trip, I'll ask Jiang Wanru to find you."

Zhao Tang nodded in confusion, "Okay, Professor Qu."

The other party didn't say anything specific, and he didn't dare to ask.

After the professor left, Zhao Tang looked directly at the test results and his eyes suddenly widened.

It was clearly written on it: Test result: Contains CLY-20 ingredient.

- -

In the luxury ward of a private hospital, Ye Linghan nestled in Yin Chen's arms. Although she couldn't sleep, she still didn't want to get up. Since they had been together, she wanted to stick to him more and more and didn't want to leave for a moment.

Because Yin Chen agreed to help solve the case, when Ye Linghan told Su Mo about this, he was specifically asked to "serve" Yin Chen well and use the beauty trap when necessary.

It happened that the chat records were seen by Yin Chen, so he took advantage of the situation and "tortured" Ye Linghan beyond recognition.

If the latter had not seen that he was injured and "couldn't bear" to let him exercise more, he would probably not have woken up but been unwilling to get up, but would have been unable to wake up for a while.

"Da-da-da"

There was a knock on the door. Ye Linghan, who was lying in the arms of comfort, suddenly heard the sound and subconsciously got into the quilt.

He has not yet fully adapted to revealing his relationship with Yin Chen in front of outsiders.

Yin Chen smiled lightly, and his fingers naturally reached into the quilt, scratching the other person's chin. When he pulled them out, he did not forget to leave a gap at the edge of the quilt for Ye Linghan to breathe.

"Enter."

“Click—”

The sound of the door opening was accompanied by footsteps, and a nurse walked in. "Excuse me, Director Yin, are you still feeling unwell? Didn't you tell your assistant yesterday that you could be discharged?"

Ye Linghan snuggled up beside Yin Chen, listening to their conversation through the quilt.

Is Yin Chen’s injury healed?

His injury actually healed!

He kept pretending to be pitiful to win her sympathy, and every time she saw him looking uncomfortable, she couldn't bear to refuse him.

Thinking of this, Ye Linghan reached out and pulled down Yin Chen's hospital pants in a mischievous manner.

The hospital gown was very loose and was easily pulled off.

Ye Linghan moved closer and gently licked the other's abdomen along the clear muscle lines on the abdomen.

"Hmm..." The incident happened suddenly, and Yin Chen, unaware of the situation, couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

This brat... is really a revengeful guy.

He sighed secretly in his heart.

Ye Linghan's teasing was undoubtedly the biggest temptation for Yin Chen. In addition, he did not expect that the other party would be so bold as to do such an extraordinary thing in front of others.

Yin Chen lowered his head, resisting the urge to hold Ye Linghan down, and explained to the nurse in a deep voice, "You're still feeling unwell, so I'll stay one more day. If there's nothing else, you can leave."

The nurse didn't say much, just responded. After all, the other party was responsible for paying the money and they were responsible for the treatment. If the other party had money and wanted to stay a few more days, they had no objection.

As soon as the nurse left, Sun Mao ran in, breathless, and said with gestures: "Boss, what, I, I forgot to tell the nurse, hug, hug, sorry."

The day before was the first time he saw his boss being so gentle to others. The tenderness on his face seemed to melt the ice, so he was so shocked that he forgot to tell the nurse not to let the cat out of the bag.

He looked at Yin Chen and the small pile of quilts beside him in panic. Although he turned his head away at the first moment, he couldn't help but take a peek.

Fortunately, Yin Chen was not thinking about the person in the bed at this time, so he was in a good mood. He did not pursue Sun Mao's negligence, but still punished him lightly.

"Deduct one day's salary from you and get out."

"No, eh?" Sun Mao misheard and thought that one quarter's salary was deducted. He was about to cry when he suddenly realized that the boss meant one day. He immediately changed his words, "Okay! Thank you, boss!" Then he turned around and walked out happily.

Although Yin Chen paid Sun Mao a seven-figure salary every year and was indulgent towards him on weekdays, he was still very strict on major matters.

Ye Linghan really saved the day. If he hadn't been there and the boss was in a good mood, he would probably have been severely punished again.

Sun Mao walked in the corridor and secretly made up his mind to be better to Ye Linghan in the future.

In the ward, Yin Chen leaned casually against the head of the bed, reached one hand into the quilt, touched Ye Linghan's chin, and his fingers moved back and forth in his throat, then went all the way up and into the other's mouth.

Even through the thick quilt, the sound of fingers stirring in the mouth lingered in the ears of the two.

"Hmm..." Ye Linghan's tongue drifted uncontrollably, and the saliva could no longer be controlled and flowed down, dripping onto Yin Chen's pants, spreading out ripples.

How could he... be so naughty.

Ye Linghan felt a little regretful for his previous teasing, but it was too late. Once some things were spoken, they could not be stopped.

But the man outside was in a playful mood and suddenly gave her a deep throat, his fingers moving deeper.

“Cough—cough—”

Ye Linghan couldn't bear it for a moment and coughed.

Yin Chen lifted the quilt and picked up Ye Linghan with his other hand, letting him sit astride him. He pinched his chin and kissed him, not giving him a chance to breathe.

"Where were you licking just now?" Yin Chen asked teasingly in between kisses.

"I... um..." Under the opponent's fierce attack, Ye Linghan had no time to speak at all. All of his words were blocked by Yin Chen with his own rhythm. His kiss was deep and fierce.

Yin Chen grabbed the back of Ye Linghan's head with one hand, not giving him a chance to dodge backwards, and his other wet hand touched the soft skin on his waist.

The cold touch made Ye Linghan shiver.

But at this moment, the other party suddenly stopped the next move.

"You..." Ye Linghan felt a little impatient.

He had thought that his mischief would be met with severe "punishment", but he did not expect Yin Chen to suddenly shut down. This was undoubtedly the biggest "punishment" for Ye Linghan, who was on the verge of a decisive move.

Yin Chen looked at Ye Linghan's tearful eyes and raised a smile, "What's wrong? Don't you want to go home?"

go home?

Having just been teased, Ye Linghan actually forgot about this matter. He forced himself to calm down and looked at Yin Chen angrily.

"Are you healed?"

The implication is that even though the injury has clearly healed, one still pretends to be very serious to gain sympathy.

"How can it be so fast? The superficial wounds are almost healed, but the injury to my heart won't heal so easily." He bent his legs, forcing Ye Linghan to slide and sit on his lower abdomen, getting closer to him.

"The doctor said you can be discharged from the hospital."

"That's just an appearance. For us, a beating heart means we're alive, but it doesn't mean we're living well."

He grabbed Ye Linghan's hand and placed it on his chest. "Besides, if I said I'd recovered a long time ago, wouldn't you be the one who suffered?"

"Then thank you so much for thinking of me!" Ye Linghan complained angrily.

Ye Linghan stayed with Yin Chen in the hospital for a few more days. After their injuries were almost healed, the two returned to Ye Linghan's apartment. They thought about how they had an unpleasant argument and a cold war a few days ago, and now they were together so unexpectedly. It was incredible to think about it.

Yin Chen didn't like the smell of disinfectant very much, so he took a shower first. Although the conditions in private hospitals were better in all aspects and they tried to reduce the smell of disinfectant to a very low level, it was inevitable that he would still get some on him.

Seeing the other party enter the bathroom, Ye Linghan tidied up simply. Just as he finished tidying up, Yin Chen walked in.

His bathrobe was loose, the gauze on his chest had been removed, and his hair was not blown dry. Water droplets dripped from his silver hair to his collarbone, and then flowed down until they dried.

Ye Linghan noticed that he was not bandaged and felt a little worried.

"Are you really okay with your injury?"

Yin Chen stepped forward and asked, "Why don't you take a look for yourself?"

Ye Linghan was not polite either. He raised his hand and pushed aside the bathrobe. Sure enough, there was only a piece of light pink skin that had grown on it.

The vampire species is indeed strange. Compared to Yin Chen, he was only slightly injured, but his whole body was in pain as if it was about to fall apart. Even though Yin Chen was helping him heal, he still felt a vague sense of discomfort under the psychological influence.

"Don't worry, as long as it's not the special gun used by Blood Hunter, it can't kill us." Yin Chen comforted.

Ye Linghan perked up when he heard this. He stood on the bed with his hands on his waist, barely taller than Yin Chen.

"Then you can't bully me, otherwise I can get help from the Blood Hunter!"

Yin Chen smiled faintly, then reached out and picked up Ye Linghan with one hand, "Then you can give it a try."

Ye Linghan was startled by a feeling of weightlessness. Afraid of falling, he hurriedly hugged Yin Chen's neck.

"What are you doing?"

Yin Chen buried his face in his chest and rubbed it, then put Ye Linghan on the sofa in the living room and turned to leave.

"Where are you going?" Ye Linghan asked, looking at his back.

"Change your clothes and then I'll take you out." Yin Chen replied.

Ye Linghan was dissatisfied and pinched his waist and shouted, "It's not like you haven't seen it before, why do you have to be so sneaky!"

"I'm afraid you can't control yourself."

"you!"