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As Qian Lai gradually regained her senses, she found herself sitting on Qiao Muting's lap as if she were being unreasonable.
She blushed with embarrassment and suddenly stood up.
Uh! They were both soaking wet, practically naked in each other's presence.
"Perfect timing, take a hot shower. Change into a clean bathrobe later, so you don't catch a cold."
Qiao Muting turned her head away, about to leave, when she remembered the zipper on her dress that she couldn't unzip.
"Do you want me to help you...?"
The other person did not answer and turned their back to him.
Qiao Muting secretly glanced at the direction of the zipper: it ran from the neck all the way to the most upturned part of the buttocks.
He dared not look directly at that snow-white skin, carefully controlling the extent of his actions, afraid that he might lose control and commit an unforgivable mistake.
However, what's even more embarrassing is that, since the dress was completely soaked, the zipper, which was already inexplicably stuck in the back of her neck, now seemed to be welded shut.
It remained completely still.
He worked his magic!
Let's go!
"Hiss~"
The zipper pull, due to inertia, pierced the snow-white back, leaving an instant scratch.
Qian Lai felt a sudden pain.
"I'm sorry! It's all my fault, I'm so clumsy." Qiao Muting was flustered and in a panic.
He frantically ran his fingertips over the mark, rubbing it lightly. But it had no effect whatsoever.
However, as if sensing something, Qian Lai silently turned around and asked softly, "Can I hug you?"
At this moment, a strange sense of grievance welled up in her heart.
Is it the lingering fear after being nearly killed by bad guys?
Or is it a physiological reaction caused by a slight decrease in the efficacy of the medication, leading to a rapid change in estrogen levels?
She couldn't explain it either.
At this moment, I just want to hide in a safe and warm embrace and cry.
However, all of this was too challenging for Qiao Muting!
Without hesitation, he pulled the person into his arms, not knowing what words of comfort to say.
"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"
He asked it hesitantly.
"It's nothing, just let me cry quietly for a while." The fluffy black hair snuggled against him.
And so, quietly, the two stood there, embracing each other.
Qiao Muting could only hold his breath and concentrate. The soft, bundled-up girl in his arms was sobbing softly, which was both heartbreaking and arousing.
He constantly warned himself not to act rashly, but he simply tightened his grip on her arm.
The two didn't exchange any words. After an unknown amount of time, they heard the person in their arms whisper, "Thank you. I feel much better."
Qiao Muting walked out of the bathroom with unease. He didn't know that Qian Lai was not completely out of the effects of the drug at that moment.
She thought to herself: Whoever poisoned me is trying to kill me! Such malice must be either born evil or driven by deep-seated hatred.
Or both.
But what have I done to offend this person?
Or did the Gu family offend this person?
For a moment, Qian Lai's thoughts were in turmoil.
Regardless of anything else, the most urgent task is to return to the space and prepare the antidote.
The person outside the bathroom was also in a state of confusion.
Listening to the sound of running water coming from the bathroom, Qiao Muting couldn't tell whether he was in a good mood or his mind was in turmoil.
First of all, although his consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes confused, he was certain that he had been carried to this room by two people.
What is Fang Wenxue's relationship with these two people?
Why did they just let themselves in and then leave?
Secondly, who brought Xiaoran here?
What is the purpose of putting the two of them in this room?
The more I think about it, the more confused I get.
Just then, the sound of water in the bathroom suddenly stopped.
"Qiao Muting, is your bathrobe outside?"
"Oh, just a moment."
He handed over the bathrobe, and soon the bathroom door opened wide, releasing a cloud of steam.
He subconsciously looked up, and the glass in his hand almost slipped from his grasp.
Qian Lai had already changed into a bathrobe and was constantly drying her wet long hair with a bath towel.
The bathrobe loosely wrapped around her body, yet it inadvertently outlined a slender curve at her waist.
She was barefoot, and her delicate pink feet looked like playful jade rabbits to him, making his heart flutter.
Qiao Muting's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. He felt a pang of regret; just now...
"Don't move."
Qiao Muting wished he could leap over and pick her up, saying, "Even though it's summer, girls should try not to walk barefoot on the floor."
He put the person on the bed and took a clean bath towel: "Here, let me help you dry your hair."
The man was extremely meticulous, wiping away the moisture almost drop by drop.
The sweet scent of citrus wafting from her hair, mixed with the moisture, almost made him lose his senses.
Qian Lai did not refuse and readily enjoyed Dr. Qiao's services.
Although they are not close now, every interaction they have has been more profound than any other person's, so they should no longer be coy and evasive.
Moreover, since she was teleported here again, she must have some connection with Qiao Muting in this world.
If the last time we were teleported, it was to save the hot springs.
So this time, it must be to save Qiao Muting.
"Qiao Muting, what are you doing here?"
"Xiaoran, what brings you here?"
The two of them spoke in unison.
"I was drugged, and I can't remember how I got here."
Qian Lai's answer was simple.
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