Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

Of course, Zheng Zhouxing couldn't break free if he wanted to.

"If you think I can't do it, you might as well find another one. There are many people who think I can do it!"

Some are people?

Nan Qiao narrowed his eyes, suddenly tightened his arms, and pulled the person forward with force, pulling the person in front of him.

"What are you doing!" Zheng Zhouxing was startled by her sudden movement.

"I just said you were good, but I didn't expect the prototype to appear the next second."

Nan Qiao didn't care about Zheng Zhouxing's small complaints. He murmured in Zheng Zhouxing's ear, and his breath blew gently, and Zheng Zhouxing shrank his neck unconsciously.

"You..." Let me go first.

Cold light flashed.

The sharp scalpel touched Zheng Zhouxing's neck again after many days, and a slightly cool touch spread from a small piece of skin.

What Zheng Zhouxing wanted to say suddenly stopped in his mouth.

To be honest, Zheng Zhouxing was a little panicked and didn't understand why Nan Qiao suddenly flashed the knife while he was talking. But this kind of thing seemed to be okay for Nan Qiao.

After all, to a certain extent, Nan Qiao can be regarded as an emotionally stable person, a stable pervert.

Nonetheless.

However, if he said he was afraid of Nan Qiao killing him, then he really wasn't.

"You'd better not move~"

Nan Qiao said in a low voice.

Zheng Zhouxing's grip on Nan Qiao's arm relaxed and turned into a gentle rest on it. His fingers curled up and unconsciously pinched a small piece of fabric on Nan Qiao's sleeve.

In order to avoid the approaching scalpel, he had to raise his neck, and the slender neckline fell into Nan Qiao's eyes at a glance. The rugged Adam's apple rolled slowly because of uneasiness.

Nan Qiao watched, his eyes gradually getting darker.

"Nan Qiao..." Zheng Zhouxing swallowed and barely maintained his composure, "Calm down."

Nan Qiao put away the knife, moved closer to him, lingered on Zheng Zhouxing's neck, grabbed a small piece of flesh on his neck, and exerted a slight force, the person in his arms immediately trembled:

"do not…"

The cool and soft lips moved from the neck to the collarbone, sucking gently, leaving a few vague traces.

"Ha..." Zheng Zhouxing let out a heavy gasp, and the moment Nan Qiao pressed against him, half of his body became numb.

Nan Qiao's hands were not idle either, resting on Zheng Zhouxing's lower abdomen. The muscles under her palms were tightly stretched, and the hot body temperature continuously penetrated into her hands through the thin clothes.

Gradually, Zheng Zhouxing's body became more and more tense, and after reaching a point, he suddenly relaxed.

The lights on the roof were shaking. I don’t know how long it had been.

"Nan Qiao..." Zheng Zhouxing's voice was completely hoarse, he was still a little out of breath, and he spoke intermittently.

"That's enough..."

Nan Qiao paused, rubbed Zheng Zhouxing's damp hair, and spoke, his voice regaining its calmness:

"Then you have to tell me first, there are people...who are you referring to?"

Zheng Zhouxing:…

A glimmer of clarity returned to his groggy mind.

He seemed to understand why. He just said casually, Nan Qiao... wouldn't be jealous, would she?

But even so——

No, who would use a knife if they were jealous?

Nan Qiao is indeed a psychopath!

Zheng Zhouxing wished he could have rolled his eyes at Nan Qiao right then and there, but of course, for the sake of his own life, he didn't do so.

"I'm not referring to anyone." His breathing hadn't evened out yet, and his voice was a little weak, "I just said it casually."

"Really?" A trace of doubt flashed in Nan Qiao's eyes.

"Ah."

"Then I'll believe you first." Nan Qiao seemed to believe him reluctantly, and then looked at him again, with a hint of warning in his eyes:

"Just don't let these people show up again one day."

Even those people, including Guang Nanqiao, he couldn't stand.

Zheng Zhouxing looked at the bright ceiling and closed his eyes speechlessly.

So, because of this inexplicable jealousy, they sat here for more than an hour, right?

This chair is so hard, wouldn’t Nan Qiao’s legs be numb?

Zheng Zhouxing sat with Nan Qiao for a while before struggling to get up from her arms. His bowls had not been washed yet.

It’s all Nan Qiao’s fault, what time is it!

Zheng Zhouxing packed up his clothes and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered something:

"Nan Qiao, can I copy the data in the database?"

Usually at this time, Nan Qiao is easier to talk to.

"Whatever you want." Nan Qiao didn't care.

"Do you have a mobile hard drive?" He didn't have it with him when he came, it was in the hands of other team members.

"Look for it yourself." Nan Qiao thought for a moment, "It should be in the database drawer."

"Okay, I see."

Before leaving, Nan Qiao stopped Zheng Zhouxing:

"Oh, by the way, my body doesn't really need to eat. You can just prepare your own meals from now on."

Nan Qiao's current physical condition has little impact on whether she eats or not. The most important thing is that her current body's sense of taste is really insensitive.

Everything he eats tastes the same. It's really just the same as eating the same food. It's better to drink nutrients. Nan Qiao really doesn't want to torture himself.

"Oh." Zheng Zhouxing nodded blankly, lowering his eyelashes to cover the complicated emotions in his eyes.

Is this also caused by the experiment?

However, since Nan Qiao doesn't need to eat at all, why is he looking for so many ingredients?

Is it for some experiment, or...

Zheng Zhouxing shook his head and got rid of the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.