Chapter 270: Hands Are Too Rough

Ge Renhao shuddered when he was looked at.

Gu Weimian looked at him suspiciously, as if he was evaluating a spy or a traitor.

But he really didn't do anything!

Ge Renhao, who was slashed several times, made a bitter face and reluctantly explained: "Boss Huo probably thinks I'm too clumsy and too careless."

Gu Weimian frowned: "You are very careful in your work."

Ge Renhao was stunned for a moment. He was actually praised by Gu Weimian!

Before the smile on his face could unfold, Ge Renhao saw Huo Yan's cold eyes sweeping over him in the corner of his eyes.

His body trembled.

"That... maybe..." His forehead was covered with cold sweat. How could he explain this!

"Maybe my hands are too rough. Every time I apply medicine to Mr. Huo, I always hurt his delicate skin.

After saying this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Before he could even breathe, the man's cold eyes slowly focused on him again, more than an octave lower than the last time!

He shuddered suddenly, wanting to cry but unable to.

Huo Yan's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, with murderous intent in his eyes.

Delicate?

His skin is delicate?

What a lousy excuse Ge Renhao made up!

After receiving Gu Weimian's sympathetic gaze, Huo Yan's fire seemed to be poured with a layer of oil, burning up, and the air in the room condensed.

At the same time, the man's expression softened, and all the murderous aura in his eyes was restrained. He looked at Gu Weimian quietly: "Don't listen to his nonsense.

Gu Weimian took a deep look at Huo Yan, with an expression that said I understand.

She had indeed not considered the problem that Huo Yan, a young master with a delicate body, might have too delicate skin.

Ge Renhao's straightforward words hurt Huo Yan's self-esteem, didn't they?

Gu Weimian sighed lightly: "Then I'll do it."

Huo Yan's eyes lit up when he heard this, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips: "Yeah."

Ge Renhao's tense body finally relaxed a little, and he almost fell to the ground.

Gu Weimian was stunned: "Teacher Ge, if you are too tired, go and rest first. I can do the experiments alone later."

She didn't consider that Ge Renhao was a senior after all.

Ge Renhao was moved.

With tears in his eyes, he watched Gu Weimian push Huo Yan's wheelchair into the elevator. It was his fault. He helped the evil and sent Gu Tou into the tiger's mouth!

...

The cold medicine spread on the skin. The colder the skin, the hotter the man's blood.

In the bedroom, there were only the shallow breathing sounds of two people.

Huo Yan looked down at Gu Weimian. The girl's skin was as white as porcelain, crystal clear, and water would come out if you pinched it.

Her eyes were slightly lowered, and her expression was extremely serious, as if she was holding a mysterious ceremony.

The word "sacrifice" instantly popped up in the man's mind.

On the pure black altar, Gu Weiman knelt devoutly on the spot, submitting to him.

Her heart was beating.

Her blood was clamoring to break through the shackles of her blood vessels.

He didn't need her submission. If it was a sacrifice, it would be better to sacrifice him to Gu Weiman.

Gu Weiman's ears rang with a man's heavy gasp. She raised her head and asked nervously: "Are you uncomfortable?"

Logically speaking, this medicine is much milder than the previous one, and it is not unbearable.

Huo Yan narrowed his eyes and locked his dark eyes on Gu Weiman: "A little bit."

It was about to explode.

Gu Weiman frowned, how could this happen?

Is there something wrong with the medicine?

"Why don't you stop for a while, I'll go test it." Gu Weiman took off his gloves and was about to stop first, but his hand was held by the man.