Madame is Pretending to be an Academic Slacker Again!
Chapter 928 - 927: Do Men Subconsciously Like This Kind of Thing???
Qin Xin: "..."
So is he settling scores with me, criticizing me for sneaking out in the middle of the night?
She just wanted to secretly find Wu Zhiming, hoping he could help her deal with those troublesome machines at a critical moment.
Who knew, it wasn’t the machines that were troublesome but the ability users instead.
The machines were merely convenient tools for the ability users.
The human world’s fears about transforming real robots are truly insignificant compared to ability users.
Wait a minute.
In the middle of the night, it seems I’m not the only one sneaking out, right?
Qin Xin suddenly realized: "I seem to have blocked cell signals in your operating room, so technically, you couldn’t have received any distress calls from the Nalan Family’s old residence. You should be resting in the operating room, tending to your newly-operated knee, shouldn’t you?"
She looked serious.
The expression of settling scores rivals Nalan Ye Jue’s.
Nalan Ye Jue’s lips twitched slightly: "Had a dream at midnight, woke up, and found you weren’t there, so I chased you out."
Qin Xin was curious: "What kind of dream?"
Nalan Ye Jue coughed: "Dreamed you fled from the wedding on our wedding night."
Qin Xin: "..."
Nalan Ye Jue coughed again: "But your husband caught you back, forced you into the bridal chamber!"
Qin Xin: "...???!"
What kind of bizarre dream plot is this? Complete with coercion, what is the man’s subconscious thinking? Such dangerous thoughts.
Nalan Ye Jue recalled the dream and found it somewhat amusing himself: "In the dream, your husband finally put you to sleep, so I woke up quite satisfied. Who knew when I actually woke up, you weren’t there."
The feeling of being given a sweet date only to be slapped immediately afterward.
Or rather the feeling of kissing passionately and realizing you were kissing your pillow... Can you understand? Can you?!
Qin Xin glared at him speechlessly: "Dream!"
Nalan Ye Jue sighed and nodded, his big hand stroking her hair: "Yes, indeed a dream. But your husband will make it real, tomorrow night is our bridal chamber night, isn’t it, dear wife?"
Qin Xin’s face blushed, she tapped him: "You didn’t follow the doctor’s advice tonight and went out on your own, making that knee surgery pointless. I’ll have to redo it when we go back tonight. The medicine has time limits, so no bridal chamber tomorrow night."
Humph, BMP-16’s effects last for 48 hours.
During this time, nothing can be done.
Nalan Ye Jue pondered: "But in the dream, I was quite capable..."
Qin Xin’s face turned even redder: "That’s why it’s just a dream, just a dream, you!"
Amidst their playful banter, the two rode the helicopter back to the city.
Upon landing, Qin Xin instructed someone to take Wu Zhiming to the operating room to check on Xiangxiang, then hurriedly began treating the comatose Lu Yi.
The servants and bodyguards mostly suffered superficial injuries; although the bleeding was severe, it could be managed with wound cleaning and bandaging.
Lu Yi’s condition was quite severe.
After all, he crashed into the window glass, leaving his back pierced with shards of glass. It’s unclear if any sharp glass entered his internal organs.
Qin Xin stayed awake all night, personally removing the splinters.
Until the sky began to lighten, she finally cleared all the glass shards from Lu Yi’s back and applied medication.
Seeing Nalan Ye Jue kept vigil by her side, with a concerned look, she smiled: "Don’t worry, he’s okay now. Only one shard pierced his lung, which I’ve handled. He just won’t be able to speak loudly in the future, as he’ll run out of breath."
Nalan Ye Jue wheeled himself forward, his face serious: "Am I worried about him? I’m worried that you, my little fool, haven’t slept in 24 hours!"
Qin Xin: "..."
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