The man’s palm, warm and firm, guided Zuzi’s small head towards his.
Their lips, already connected, became even more perfectly aligned, intimately mingling.
Unlike the fleeting, playful kisses Zuzi had previously experienced, observing each other’s reactions.
Bao Gucheng’s kiss was overwhelming, like an army at the gates, coming on strong!
The man’s thumb caressed the long hair behind her ear, holding up her chin so she could better endure his counterattack, leaving no room for retreat.
Zuzi sighed softly, naturally closing her eyes.
The city’s gates wide open, defenses shattered and abandoned.
Outside the sheer curtain.
A group of veteran experts stood dumbfounded.
Clearly, those two silhouettes had been rhythmically covering, separating, covering, and separating a moment ago.
How did they suddenly become so tightly glued, inseparable now?
"Has Commander Bao... already..." Yang Buhui couldn’t help but entertain the worst suspicion; surely the rustic girl had tired Commander Bao to death, rendering him immobile.
From inside the sheer curtain, a strong male voice suddenly emanated: "I’m not dead yet. What, are you hoping I would die so you can use my body as a medical specimen?"
It was Mr. Bo’s voice!
Not just the numbers on the instruments were rising, the man was genuinely awake.
Chen Long was brought to tears of excitement: "Mr. Bo, is the treatment finished?"
Bao Gucheng held Zuzi in his arms, gently caressing the soft, tender patch of skin behind her ear, and rasped out: "Mm. The treatment is over. However, I have yet to properly thank the doctor..."
He cradled Zuzi’s face again, kissed deeply, deeply.
Chen Long: "...!" I’ll pretend I didn’t ask.
Everyone: "...!" Isn’t Mr. Bo supposed to thank the doctor? Why hasn’t he come out to thank them yet?
A girl’s gentle laughter sounded from inside the sheer curtain: "Xiao Chenger, don’t make a fuss. My lips are about to break..."
Bao Gucheng’s muffled voice swayed in the air: "I wasn’t using any strength yet..."
The sheer curtain was finally gently lifted by an ivory arm.
Zuzi jumped off the bed, her rosy cheeks smiling, looking very much like a satisfied demon.
And Bao Gucheng half-leaned against the head of the bed, the buttons of his uniform shirt undone, cuffs slightly wrinkled, lips had returned to their normal rosy color, though his face still appeared slightly pale and tired, yet his deep eyes were dark and radiant, sharply gazing at everyone:
"Who was the attending doctor just now?"
Upon hearing this, Elder Yang and the others stepped forward with joy, thinking Mr. Bo was going to credit and reward them?
No matter what, Mr. Bo escaping death brought them glory.
"Don’t call me Commander Bao. I have retired."
"Ahem, Mr. Bo, Elder Yang is the head of the expert team, we were all assisting him, the primary treatment plan was his research..."
Bao Gucheng shot a cold glance at Yang Buhui: "So, was it you who kept calling her a rustic girl?"
Yang Buhui was slightly taken aback: "Mr. Bo, that girl’s actions were rough. Did she hurt you? It’s our fault for not being strict, allowing her to sneak in..."
Bao Gucheng turned his head and instructed Chen Long: "How did you manage security, allowing these idle people to sneak in to treat me?"
Chen Long immediately stood at attention and saluted: "I acknowledge my mistake! I will eject them immediately!"
Saying so, he sternly glared at Elder Yang and the others: "Idle people, immediately evict from the base. Furthermore, it’s best you keep Mr. Bo’s recuperation here in Qingcheng to yourselves, otherwise, I can’t guarantee your heads will live to see tomorrow’s sunrise."
Yang Buhui and the others: "...!"
So they were the idle people after all?
Mr. Bo didn’t even give them a chance to claim credit, directly kicked them out! Yet he kept that rustic girl by his side?
An expert tugged at Yang Buhui’s sleeve, saying in a low voice: "Elder Yang, let’s go quickly, if Mr. Bo finds out you declared him dead and even called the Funeral Master, I’m afraid you won’t be able to leave..."
Directly buried in the green hills!
As Elder Yang and the others left in disgrace, a male voice suddenly burst into the camp from outside: "Mr. Bo, it’s not good..."