Chapter 5454： Sister Nian, why are there scars here?

Chapter 5454 Sister Nian, why are there scars here?

 Qiao Nian unknowingly changed into a sitting position on top of him and was forcefully held in his arms. She pressed against his neck and felt the scorching heat emanating from his skin.

She rarely moved, and said softly: "Ye Wangchuan, let me see your left arm." The girl was not distracted at all, but very calm, as if she woke up immediately after the kiss ended.

Ye Wangchuan showed a helpless look and loosened the hand tightly on her waist, allowing Qiao Nian to sit up and roll up her sleeves, exposing her muscular arms.

“If you must look, don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried if I see it with my own eyes.”

 Qiao Nian stared at his movements until he exposed his entire arm. She reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, pulling him closer to her.

The breath was blowing closely on Ye Wangchuan's fine hair.

Qiao Nian pressed her face against him.

“Don’t move, let me take a look.”

The man forced himself to straighten his back, put his slender hands on the edge of the sofa, and leaned back so that she could look at his arms.

Even so, the breath pouring on his arms penetrated into his skin like fire, burning his meridians inch by inch and burning deep into his heart.

"Hmm." Ye Wangchuan's eyes were dark, and he swallowed his Adam's apple. The rolling Adam's apple was sharp and broken, and his neck was slightly red.

Only the girls were unaware that the air in the living room was heating up undercurrents...

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

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

Ye Wangchuan touched her dark eyes, curled up his sharp-jointed fingers, pulled up his clothes to cover his exposed body, and sat up slightly.

“I used it, but I didn’t use any medicine to remove scars.”

“…” Qiao Nian frowned and stared at his clothed arms. She sat cross-legged and tilted her head thoughtfully, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ye Wangchuan touched her, his eyes paused, and he stood up again and stretched out his hand to her: "After a long day of flying, I'm going to take a shower. Come out and I'll blow dry your hair."

Qiao Nian looked at the clearly knuckled hand in front of her and thought of the raised scar on his arm. Her eyes were dark and she pursed her lips.

“You really don’t feel unwell?” He asked in a serious tone.

Ye Wangchuan looked clueless and denied again: "No."

 Qiao Nian still frowned and crossed her legs without moving. The man pulled her up and pushed her into the room: "Take a shower first, you smell."

“That’s not true.” Qiao Nian picked up his collar and smelled it, and sure enough, he smelled a smell of sweat mixed with the pickled sauerkraut that had been on the plane for a long time.

She couldn't stand the smell of rotten vegetable leaves, so she diverted her attention and ran into the room to take a shower without Ye Wangchuan urging her.

Qiao Nian didn’t forget it before closing the door.

“Wait until I come out and tell you something.”

…

Half an hour later.

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

She was wearing a white T-shirt that reached her knees. She grabbed a towel and rubbed the water droplets at the end of her hair. She sat on the sofa in the living room and waited for Ye Wangchuan to help her blow dry her hair.

Ye Wangchuan had already prepared to blow off the wind. When he saw her coming over, he sat obediently in front of him. He cooperated and exposed her back and fragile neck to him. He curled his lips and liked that she trusted him 100%. Undefended.

He first picked up the bath towel that had been prepared and put it on the girl's shoulders, and then carefully pulled out the strands of black hair like an inkstone with his fingers.