Chapter 264 – Professor, Please Don’t Raise Zombies (54)
The little girl in his arms was like a tiny fireball, curled up into a ball, whimpering softly as if she had been bullied. Her small nails extended uncontrollably, suddenly scratching his waist with a sharp swipe.
Her little claws were quite sharp.
Yan Che sucked in a breath of cold air and held the pitifully curled-up girl in his arms as he walked toward the laboratory.
Finally arriving at the lab, this time, Yan Che didn’t leave Yan Luo alone amidst the piles of instruments.
Instead, he sat down with her still in his embrace, watching the restless fluctuations on the monitor. His lips brushed gently over her forehead in a soothing motion as he murmured, “Be good, it’ll be over soon… just a little while longer…”
It was scorching. Painful. Like her entire body was burning from the inside out. Yan Luo endured it as long as she could before finally giving in, sinking her teeth into Yan Che’s shoulder.
His body stiffened slightly, but he didn’t stop her. Instead, he gently stroked her small head, silently indulging her.
The energy within her surged and dispersed, washing through every corner of her body over and over again. It was unclear how much time had passed before Yan Luo finally regained some clarity. A faint flicker of red light flashed through her eyes but disappeared in an instant.
She had successfully advanced.
But before she could fully recover from the overwhelming sensation, she suddenly felt a chill.
Turning slightly to glance at Yan Che, her expression darkened.
This beast.
Of course, he understood her current state better than she did. The raging energy within her was gradually settling, as clearly displayed on the monitor nearby.
And yet, the very moment he confirmed that it was safe to do so, the beast had already pulled open her shirt.
With a perfectly straight face, he even had the audacity to say, “You’re drenched in sweat. It must be hot, right? I’ll help you change.”
“Beast! Pervert! What the hell is going on in your head all day?!” Yan Luo protested indignantly, but her voice was still soft and breathy from exhaustion.
Yan Che’s hands cupped the softness at her chest, satisfied as he heard her let out a delicate whimper. His glasses had long since been tossed aside, and holding the small girl in his arms, he carried her toward the bedroom.
Along the way, he even had the nerve to lean down and say, in the most serious tone, “Scientific research.”
Yan Luo : …
Fine. You win. No argument here.
Yan Che was clearly in a good mood. His eyes burned with a deep red hue, but his gaze was fixed intently on a certain spot on her chest—where his hand had just been. A wicked smile curled at his lips.
“Mm, you’ve grown quite a bit.”
—Can you not say such indecent things with such a straight face?!
She wanted to slap him.
And she actually tried, but before she could, vines suddenly emerged from nowhere, effortlessly blocking her attack.
His laughter was low and teasing in her ear. “Be good. Don’t make trouble.”
Pinned against the bed, her hands and feet were bound by his vines.
And yet, he remained leisurely, unhurriedly unbuttoning his own clothes. If not for burning intensity of his eyes, she might have thought he was actually calm and composed.
Yan Luo struggled against the restraints, her voice soft, sweet, and full of grievance. Her clothes had already been half-stripped, and her small body twisted and squirmed.
“You’re bullying me! You’re taking advantage of me!”
He had already pressed down against her, his voice husky and low. He didn’t deny it in the slightest.
Instead, he simply let out a soft hum and asked, “Mm. Anything else you’d like to say?”