Jing Nian’an keenly sensed something was off and immediately twisted around in his embrace.
Tilting her face up, her tone carried a coaxing note as she said, “Brother, that’s not it.”
Her fingers lightly tugged at the button on his shirt collar.
I just… wanted to ask Wen Zhuo for a kind of medicine that can make people lose their memory…
Jing Lüyan raised an eyebrow slightly, and the girl leaned in closer, her warm breath brushing against his jaw:
Preferably… the kind that can make someone forget a specific person!!
Jing Lüyan didn’t dash her naive hopes, only letting his slender fingers slowly slide down her spine.
Finally, he pinched her waist, not too lightly but not too heavily either.
His voice was cool: “Who have you provoked this time?”
Mmm… She let out a soft, pained whimper but didn’t pull away.
Instead, she burrowed pitifully into his embrace, “It’s nothing…”
Her hand stealthily reached behind her, pinching a small patch of flesh on his back in retaliation.
Meanwhile, Wen Zhuo walked over from the staircase corner, carrying a silver toolbox.
He placed the toolbox on the bar counter, the metal casing clinking crisply against the marble surface.
Jing Nian’an immediately straightened up in Jing Lüyan’s arms.
Brother! She eagerly leaned over the edge of the bar counter, “Do you have any medicine that can make people lose their memory?”
Wen Zhuo lowered his gaze and chuckled softly, his slender fingers leisurely opening the toolbox.
The sound of the metal clasps snapping open was especially clear in the quiet night.
He took out a pair of medical gloves, his knuckles stretching open the rubber edges as he slowly put them on.
I don’t know if there’s a way to make people lose their memory…
The man spoke while retrieving a cold, gleaming dental mirror and tongue depressor from the toolbox.
As he turned, the light reflected off the mirror swept across the girl’s face.
Jing Lüyan’s arm was still wrapped around the girl’s waist, clearly feeling the sudden stiffness of the person in his embrace.
The next second, Wen Zhuo was already standing before them, carrying the distinct scent of medical rubber.
He held the girl’s chin with his left hand and raised the instrument with his right, his voice still gentle:
But there is a way to make the little one keep quiet first.
Wen Zhuo! What are you…
Jing Nian’an had just begun to protest when the cold tongue depressor pressed against the base of her tongue, turning her unfinished words into muffled whimpers.
Mmm…!
She instinctively tried to pull back but was firmly held in place by Jing Lüyan’s arm around her waist.
The man’s warm palm cupped her cheek, applying just enough pressure to keep her squirming head still.
This position left her completely immobilized, forced to tilt her face up and accept the examination.
Wen Zhuo leaned down, the scent of cedar mixed with disinfectant instantly enveloping her.
Even though it was just a simple oral examination, when the tongue depressor pressed against a sensitive spot, Jing Nian’an couldn’t help but tense up.
Relax. Wen Zhuo’s voice was soft but carried an undeniable authority, “It’ll be over soon.”
As the mirror slid across her palate, it sent a shiver through her, and Jing Nian’an’s eyes instantly reddened.
She wanted to close her mouth, but her jaw was firmly held in place, leaving her no choice but to let the involuntary tears gather in her eyes.
Finally, Wen Zhuo straightened up and deftly removed his gloves.
Cough, cough…
The sudden relaxation of her throat muscles made the girl choke.
Jing Nian’an immediately lifted her small face, glaring at Wen Zhuo with the fiercest expression she could muster.
—If one ignored her reddened eyes and damp eyelashes, this expression might have carried some intimidation.
Wen Zhuo chuckled softly and reached out to ruffle her disheveled hair.Good girl.
Wen Zhuo’s thumb brushed past the corner of her eye, his movements gentle, but the words that followed made Jing Nian’an so angry she wanted to bite him:
Alright, now, say goodnight to your brother.
Jing Nian’an gritted her teeth and glared at him, then her red lips parted as she began to speak: “I’ll knock you—mmph—”
Before the girl could finish her curse, her mouth was suddenly tightly covered by a warm, large hand.
Her almond-shaped eyes widened in shock, and as she looked up, she met Jing Lüyan’s suddenly cold and stern gaze.
The man’s eyes were frighteningly dark, his voice lowered to a whisper as he asked, word by word: “Who taught you that?”