The forensic scientist would rather hang out with dead bodies than run cases outside, must be full and just looking for something to do.
Yan Yu countered, "Is that not allowed?"
"Allowed, you can do whatever you want," Chuzheng said indifferently.
Yan Yu felt that peculiar sensation in the pit of his stomach again.
For some reason, he always felt that the occasional things she said had a hint of indulgence and pampering, which quickened his heartbeat and made his blood surge.
However, reason told Yan Yu that was impossible.
After all, they were still strangers to each other.
The car became suddenly quiet, and no one spoke.
The man quietly looked ahead, and Chuzheng felt as if she could see that hazy mist around him again, isolating him, giving off an extremely unreal feeling.
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Chuzheng's car stopped outside the hotel, and Yan Yu asked if he could go with her to get a book.
"You deliberately left the book at my place, what are you trying to do?"
