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Ignoring the ongoing discussions within the research institute, Yan Yan's voice rang out, drawing curious glances from some researchers in the distance.
Qin Huai suppressed the tumult of emotions within him, his icy killing intent barely concealed. He slightly turned to shield the curious gazes of the young women, meeting the eyes of a researcher whose gaze sparkled with madness. His sharp glare pierced through each of them like a blade, and the dangerous warning reflected in his Peach Blossom Eyes rendered any thoughts they might have had utterly meaningless.
“Aye, Yan Yan’s words—”
“What does she have?” The Black-Clad Man's voice was dark and dangerous, revealing an unmasked killing intent. If the other party uttered even a single word, he would not hesitate to disregard years of camaraderie.
Ji Bai's expression remained cold and expressionless as he tightened his grip on the photon pen. With his white coat billowing behind him, he left behind a warning: “It’s best if a third person doesn’t find out.”
As he glanced indifferently at the few researchers still whispering among themselves in the distance, his gaze lowered slightly. These individuals… would not live much longer.
Passing by them, he cast another fleeting glance; that look was akin to gazing upon corpses.
When he stepped out of the treatment room where Strict Language was located, he swiped his identity chip. The door closed with a soft sound, and in that moment, those who had been whispering just moments ago fell into a pool of blood in the shadows.
…
The Black-Clad Man casually wiped his hands before discarding the white gauze. Approaching the Healing Chamber, emotions swirled in his dark Peach Blossom Eyes before settling into deep concern and profound affection. He wrapped his long arms around the slender girl who seemed as quiet as a puppet and sighed softly, “Yan Yan, please don’t be like this. Strict Language still has hope; you still have a chance.”
“What chance? All chances have been sealed off! Zero Point Maintenance Three—Ayu won’t wait!”
Her hoarse voice betrayed her previous calm demeanor.
“Ji Bai just told me that Strict Language’s brainwaves are stable and her will to survive is strong… Moreover, we’ve obtained the blueprints for the Game Pod; the first chamber is currently undergoing intensive testing. Ji Bai hasn’t slept for over thirty hours and has been pushing for progress. His feelings for Strict Language are likely no less than yours…”
Recalling Ji Bai’s pained and anxious gaze towards Strict Language earlier stirred something within Qin Huai. He subtly shifted his attention to the girl who appeared anxious and uneasy, continuing gently, “You need to believe in Strict Language; she won’t leave you behind.” He paused, a fleeting darkness flashing in his eyes. If they couldn’t make it here…
The Underground Research Facility that was never destroyed might be of use now.
Images of lifeless test subjects flashed through his mind as he tightened his hold on the girl in his arms and spoke, "I don't want to see you like this. You're in a panic; who will save her?"
His words struck Yan Yan like a shot of adrenaline.
"Right, I can't be like this. Strict Language is still waiting for me; there must be another way... Yes, what other methods are there..." Her words tumbled out in disarray, revealing her sheer panic.
She bit down hard on her back molars, the sound echoing in the silence, her lips pressed tightly together, and her nails dug into her palm, drawing blood.
Noticing something was off, Qin Huai grasped the girl's hands firmly yet gently, prying her fingers apart one by one. "Yan Yan, listen to me. Come on, take a deep breath..."
"Ha—"
The scene from Jiyang Villa where Yan Yan succumbed to her inner demons resurfaced vividly.
Lying within was Strict Language, the haunting specter etched deep in the girl's heart.
He suppressed the fleeting urge to harm and continued to gently stroke her spine, rhythmically easing the tension from her rigid body.
"Girl, look, I've cured your fear of contact with men. I can help you with this inner demon too. Trust me, okay? Now—close your eyes and take a deep breath..."
Under his repeated guidance, she was gradually able to accept brief physical contact with him in reality. Given a little more time, he was confident he could completely heal her symptoms. But—
Strict Language.
He was afraid he could do nothing to help.
To untie the knot, one must find the person who tied it.
Under his soothing words, the girl gradually calmed down.
"Thank you."
The girl's voice was hoarse, filled with deep exhaustion.
That bone-deep fatigue made Qin Huai's heart tremble. "Be good, close your eyes and rest for a while. If anything happens, I'll call you..."
His low and gentle voice drifted into her ears, as if floating from afar, making Yan Yan's heavy mind grow even more muddled...
She wanted to remind him to wake her up in half an hour, but unfortunately... the mental strain that had not eased suddenly relaxed, plunging her into drowsiness.
Staring at the girl's defenseless sleeping face, pale and pure with no trace of color, her breathing shallow and barely distinguishable from the Healing Chamber's Strict Language. His Peach Blossom Eyes were filled with tenderness and pity. Qin Huai, oh Qin Huai, your ruthless hands and decisive actions vanished completely in the presence of the girl in your arms... With narrowed eyes, he looked at the Strict Language in the Healing Chamber, his gaze cold. It would be best for them to be grateful for their symbiotic relationship; if she couldn't survive without him, he would certainly wield his knife against the heart demon.
Gently cradling the slender girl in his arms, he took slow steps out of the treatment room.
Just as he stepped outside, he encountered Ji Lin, who had rushed over upon hearing the news.
The handsome young man’s eyes were filled with unhidden concern as he stared intently at the pale-faced girl until a chilling gaze forced him to snap back to reality.
"Ji Er Shao, mind your eyes."
Upon hearing this, Ji Lin's long-suppressed anger suddenly flared up. If it weren't for the girl still sleeping nearby, he would have spoken harshly. However, as his gaze fell on the girl who was not sleeping peacefully, he lowered his voice and said, "What? Is it only you who can cherish and care for her? Am I not allowed to treat her gently?"
"Hmph... Who gave you the courage to speak to me like that, hmm?"
The Black-Clad Man's Peach Blossom Eyes glinted with dangerous light as he laughed in anger. For the sake of the girl in his arms, he maintained a calm and peaceful demeanor, but his deep Black Eyes revealed no hint of concealment regarding his menace.
He had always thought that pursuing the person he liked was enough; there was no need to resort to such underhanded tactics against rivals. However, everything changed after he met the girl…
Perhaps it was simply that love outweighed all principles; desire surpassed any reasoning.
" Qin Huai, do you think that just because you hold a position as a Military Department commander, you can act with impunity?"
"Hmph..." A cold laugh escaped his crimson lips. "A Military Department commander's position indeed can't do much, but—" He paused, scanning Ji Lin from head to toe before slowly articulating each word: "What if it's combined with the power of the Qin Family?"
"What?! The Qin Family—"
"Uh—"
The raised voice caused the girl to mumble uneasily in her sleep. Qin Huai immediately reined in his imposing aura, gently patting her shoulder with the hand draped around her, his face filled with tenderness and affection, completely devoid of the earlier fierce demeanor.
The two outstanding men stood quietly together, creating a perfect and exquisite picture. Unfortunately, the atmosphere was far from pleasant…
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