Chapter 5454 Sister Nian, Why Is There a Scar Here?

Qiao Nian unconsciously turned into a sitting position on him and was forcibly held in his arms. She felt the burning heat from his skin at the crook of his neck.

She rarely moved and whispered, "Ye Wangchuan, let me see your left arm." The girl was not at all confused, but very calm, as if she had woken up immediately after the kiss.

Ye Wangchuan showed a helpless expression, loosened his hands tightly clasped on her waist, allowing Qiao Nian to sit up, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his arm with muscles and bones.

"Don't worry if you insist on seeing it."

"I won't worry if I see it with my own eyes."

Qiao Nian stared at his movements until he showed his whole arm. She reached out and clasped the man's wrist and pulled him closer to her.

Her breath was close to Ye Wangchuan's fine hair.

Qiao Nian's face was close to him.

"Don't move, let me see."

The man forced himself to stiffen his back, put his slender hands on the edge of the sofa, and leaned back to make it easier for her to check his arm.

Even so, the breath pouring on his arm penetrated into his skin like a flame, burning the meridians inch by inch, burning deep into his heart.

"Hmm." Ye Wangchuan's eyes were dark, and he swallowed his Adam's apple, which rolled sharply and broke the blade, and his neck turned slightly red.

Only the girl didn't realize that the air in the living room was heating up in the undercurrent...

She briefly checked the condition of Ye Wangchuan's left arm, and stroked his raised skin with her fingertips: "Why is there a scar here?"

She raised her eyes: "You didn't use medicine?"

Ye Wangchuan touched her black eyes, bent his bony fingers, pulled up his clothes to cover his exposed body, and sat up slightly.

"I used it, but I didn't use scar removal medicine."

"..."

Qiao Nian frowned and stared at his already dressed arm, sitting cross-legged beside him, tilting his head thoughtfully, not knowing what he was thinking.

Ye Wangchuan touched her, his eyes paused, and he stood up again and stretched out his hand to her: "I've been on the plane for a whole day, go take a shower. I'll blow your hair when you come out."

Qiao Nian looked at the hand with distinct knuckles in front of her, and thought of the scar on his arm. The bottom of her eyes was dark, and she pursed her lips.

"You really don't feel unwell?" He asked him seriously.

Ye Wangchuan didn't show any clues in his expression, and denied again: "No."

Qiao Nian still frowned, crossed her legs and didn't move. The man pulled her up and pushed her into the room: "Take a shower first, you smell."

"Not that bad." Qiao Nian grabbed her collar and sniffed, and sure enough, she smelled a smell of sweat mixed with pickled cabbage that had been on the plane for a long time.

She couldn't stand the smell of rotten cabbage leaves, and sure enough, she diverted her attention. Without Ye Wangchuan's urging, she rushed into the room to take a shower.

Qiao Nian didn't forget before closing the door.

"Wait for me to come out and tell you something."

...

Half an hour later.

After washing her hair and taking a shower, the girl pushed the door and came out of the bedroom.

She was wearing a knee-length white T-shirt, rubbing the water droplets at the end of her hair with a towel, and sat on the sofa in the living room, waiting for Ye Wangchuan to blow her hair.

Ye Wangchuan had already prepared for the blow-drying. When he saw her coming over, he sat in front of him obediently, exposing her back and fragile neck in front of him. He curled his lips and liked her 100% trust in him and her defenseless look.

He first took the bath towel that he had prepared long ago and draped it over the girl's shoulders, and then carefully hooked out the ink-like black hair with his five fingers.