Ye Lan stared at the hand straight, not hiding her thoughts at all, and the look in her eyes exposed this idea.
The next moment, his right hand slowly stroked Yan Qingxue's wrist, and his palm slid across the back of her hand, and came to her palm.
The palms are pressed against each other, the fingers are touched, and the two flawless hands appear together at the same time. The beauty can make people's nerves vague.
Ye Lan's hand started to rub it slightly. It was obviously just an ordinary move, but he was inexplicably erotic. His eyes were as charming as spring water, as if he could hook his silk. Looking at Yan Qingxue's soft expression, he seemed to be watching.
A lover.
Then, his five fingers bent slightly and naturally inserted into Yan Qingxue's fingers. His ten fingers crossed, his hands entangled, and they were closely linked together.
Ye Lan finally turned his gaze back to Yan Qingxue's face. One of his arms was hooked on her snow neck, and the other hand was linked to her, like a dancer dancing on the dance floor.
——If Ye Lan hadn’t sat on Yan Qingxue’s thigh.
Ye Lan smiled and spoke softly in Yan Qingxue's ear: "Sister Yan, everyone in the world says that your hand is the hand of god. Is this true?"
Yan Qingxue looked at Ye Lan's eyes and said lightly: "It's all over praise."
The patients she has treated call her the Hand of God, and the patients who have not been treated also call her the same name. Over time, it has spread widely.
This is a kind of praise, but it is also a sharp knife. If you are not careful, you will be backfired and the risk of hurting her.
After all, after calling for a long time, some people really regard her as God, thinking that she can solve difficult and complicated diseases that countless doctors have not been able to deal with throughout the ages.
She needs to solve it, and it must also solve it, otherwise it will be her fault.
Yan Qingxue was thinking, her earlobe suddenly hurt. The boy beside her opened his mouth and bit her ear hard, sharply exceeding the scope of normal teeth.
It's tiger teeth.
Ye Lan rubbed Yan Qingxue's ears with her teeth, and chuckled softly, with a bad look in her eyes.
He noticed that Yan Qingxue was absent-minded, so he used this as a punishment to bring her back to this ambiguous and dangerous confrontation.
"No, I don't think this is miserable. Doctor Yan's hand is the hand of God."
Hot breath sprayed into his ears, and Ye Lan changed his name to Yan Qingxue, but every time it was just right.
The devil kissed the earlobe that had a drop of blood oozed out and expressed his request: "Sister Yan, I want to taste...the taste of God."
Yan Qingxue's face, Wubo, finally changed, and a slight ripples appeared.
It seems very weak, but in fact, this deep tale has been gone for many years before this.
She never thought that she would hold something like this besides a scalpel.
Once upon a time, some eccentric men had fantasized about Yan Qingxue's behavior on the Internet, and they could not even make mistakes as thin as hair. They were as accurate as machines, and they could use their strength.
What would it be wonderful to use the control of location in such a place?
As for why Yan Qingxue knew?
Because she had read this information, there was a twisted monster hidden in her heart, not so much darker information.
She just wanted to know what she looked like in the eyes of others.
After all, she had hidden her true self for too long, and she almost forgot what she looked like.
And now, someone is trying to release this monster, and at the same time enjoying the "hand of God" that countless men have always dreamed of.
They are all the same person, and if you say that you have been planning for a long time, you won’t even believe Yan Qingxue himself.
At this moment, this person seemed to be indulging in a wonderful tenderness, his pupils lost their focus, his slightly opened eyes were blurred, his lips were slightly opened, and he spoke a faint voice: "Sister Yan..."
He was calling her name with deep affection.
Yan Qingxue lowered her head and stared at her face, witnessing the real look without a trace of false and moving expression.
She was wondering why she did such a thing? But she still didn't stop.
At one moment, the back of her neck suddenly hurt, and the arm that hooked her neck suddenly burst out with a powerful force, and it didn't stop suddenly until a long time passed.
Ye Lan was like a stranded fish, a drowning man, lying on the shore and falling into the water, with only continuous trembling and suffocating convulsions.
Qingxue was his only support at this moment. He leaned against her, gasping in her arms, slowly feeling the afterglow.
Yan Qingxue moved his gaze from Ye Lan's face and landed on his own hands. The so-called hand of god was stained with something else after the blood.
It is just as hot and hot as blood, as if it can burn the palm of a person's palm through the same temperature, and at the same time it contains the same vitality as it.
Just like this boy in his arms, he is healthy and full of vitality.
Ye Lan calmed down, and a familiar bright smile appeared on the somewhat lost face. He put his hands on Yan Qingxue's neck and gave her a kiss on the cheek without hesitation: "mua, Sister Yan, you It's so great!"
This is what the hand of God feels like!
system:"……"
How can it continue to look directly at the word "God" in the future?
Yan Qingxue turned her head and looked like Ye Lan, just like when she was in the hospital, she could always show a gentle smile without getting tired of it. After returning home, her expressionless iceberg looks didn't seem boring to her.
She remained unchanged and said coldly: "Is this the reward?"
Hearing this, Ye Lan was slightly stunned, and then she smiled so hard that the branches trembled, and she almost fell into Yan Qingxue's arms. There was only a ball of soft black hair under her nose.
After a long time, Ye Lan raised her head and stretched out a little wetness from the corners of her eyes, as if she was laughing, and asked with a smile: "Then I will make Sister Yan feel comfortable, okay?"
Yan Qingxue's eyes narrowed slightly. This sentence seemed to be implied, but was actually so straightforward that it was almost explicit, and he calmly exposed his plans.
Yan Qingxue's thin lips were slightly opened, with only two words: "Kneel down."
Spitting out of this cold and noble face makes people tremble with trembling urges, and the contrast is too strong.
"Okay." Ye Lan still smiled, without any offense or anger, but just pleated her lips slightly, "But, I'm not very good at it? Sister Yan teaches me if it's okay."
Yan Qingxue's eyes were taken to examine, but Ye Lan just closed her eyes and silently presented her lips with slightly raised lips.
Yan Qingxue did not hesitate, lowered her head, leaned over, and kissed the boy in front of her.
What falls into your nose... is a fragrance that looks like a poppy.