The fishing beauty boy in the world of female statues

Chapter 177 God's Hand

Ye Lan stared straight at this hand, not hiding her thoughts at all, the look in her eyes fully exposed this idea.

The next moment, his right hand slowly stroked up from Yan Qingxue's wrist, and his palm slid across the back of her hand, before reaching her palm.

Palms touching palms, fingers touching, two flawless hands appearing together at the same time, the beauty is so beautiful that it can trance people's nerves.

Ye Lan rubbed his hand slightly, it was obviously just an ordinary movement, but he did it inexplicably, his eyes were as charming as spring water, and he seemed to be able to hook silk, looking at Yan Qingxuerou's expression, as if he was watching a lover.

Then, his five fingers were slightly bent, and they were naturally inserted between Yan Qingxue's fingers. His fingers were interlaced, his hands were intertwined, and they were tightly intertwined.

Ye Lan finally turned his eyes back to Yan Qingxue's face. One arm was hooked around her snowy neck, and the other hand interlocked with her fingers, like dancers dancing together on the dance floor.

——If Ye Lan hadn't been sitting on Yan Qingxue's lap.

Ye Lan smiled, and whispered into Yan Qingxue's ear: "Sister Yan, everyone in the world says your hand is the hand of God, is this true?"

Yan Qingxue stared into Ye Lan's eyes, and said lightly, "It's all a compliment."

The patients who were treated by her all called her the Hand of God, and then the patients who were not treated by her also called her this way, and over time, it spread widely.

This is a kind of praise, but it is also a sharp knife. If you are not careful, there is a risk of backlash and hurting her.

After all, after shouting for a long time, some people really regard her as a god, thinking that she can solve intractable diseases that countless doctors in the past and present have not been able to deal with.

She needs to fix it, and she has to, or it's her fault.

Just as Yan Qingxue was thinking, her earlobe suddenly felt a pain, and the young man next to her opened his mouth and bit her ear hard, sharper than normal teeth.

It's Huya.

Ye Lan rubbed the tips of Yan Qingxue's ears with her teeth, and smiled softly, her eyes full of evil expressions.

He noticed Yan Qingxue's absent-mindedness, and used it as punishment to bring her back to this ambiguous and dangerous confrontation.

"No, I don't think this is a false praise. Doctor Yan's hand is the hand of God."

The hot breath sprayed into her ears, and Ye Lan changed her address to Yan Qingxue again, but it happened to be just right every time.

The demon kissed the earlobe that was leaking a drop of blood, and expressed his request: "Sister Yan, I want to taste... the taste of a god."

Yan Qingxue's ancient and calm face finally changed, with a slight ripple.

It seems to be extremely weak, but in fact, this deep story has been calm for an unknown number of years before this.

She never thought that she would hold such a thing other than a scalpel.

Once upon a time, there were some nympho men who lied on the Internet and said that Qingxue did this kind of behavior to them. What kind of wonderful taste would the control of position and position be used in this kind of place?
As for why Yan Qingxue knew?

Because she had read these messages, there was a twisted monster hidden in her heart, and it was not so dark.

She just wanted to know what she looked like in the eyes of others.

After all, she hid her true self for so long that she almost forgot what she looked like.

And now, someone is trying to release this monster, and at the same time enjoy the "hand of God" that countless men dream of.

They were all the same person, if it wasn't planned for a long time, even Yan Qingxue herself wouldn't believe it.

Right now, this person seems to be indulging in wonderful tenderness, his pupils are out of focus, his slightly opened eyes are blurred, his lips are slightly parted, and he utters a weak voice: "Sister Yan..."

He was calling her name with deep affection.

Yan Qingxue lowered her head and stared, witnessing the real and moving expression on that face without a trace of falsehood.

She wondered in her heart, why did she do such a thing?But the action still didn't stop.

At a certain moment, the back of her neck suddenly hurt, and the arm hooking her neck suddenly burst out with a strong force, and it didn't stop suddenly until a long time passed.

Ye Lan is like a stranded fish, a drowning person, lying on the shore, falling into the water, only continuous trembling, and suffocating convulsions.

As far as Qingxue is his only support at the moment, he leans his whole body on her body, panting in her arms, slowly feeling the aftertaste.

Yan Qingxue looked away from Ye Lan's face and landed on her own hand. The so-called God's hand was stained with other things after the blood.

It is just as scalding and scorching hot as blood, a temperature that seems to be able to burn through the palm of a person, and at the same time contains the same vitality.

Just like the boy in his arms, he is healthy and full of vitality.

Ye Lan slowed down, a familiar bright smile appeared on that somewhat absent-minded face again, he put his arms around Yan Qingxue's neck, and gave her a kiss on the cheek without hesitation: "mua, sister Yan, you It's amazing!"

This is the taste of the hand of God!
system:"……"

How to let it continue to look directly at the word "God" in the future.

Yan Qingxue turned her head to look like Ye Lan, just like when she was in the hospital, she always showed a gentle smile tirelessly. After returning home, the expressionless iceberg appearance didn't seem boring to her.

Her expression remained unchanged, and she said coldly: "Is this the reward?"

Hearing this, Ye Lan was slightly taken aback, and then laughed so hard that she almost fell into Yan Qingxue's arms. There was only a mass of soft black hair under her eyelids.

After a long time, Ye Lan raised her head, wiped away the moisture from the corners of her eyes, seemed to be laughing, and asked with a smile: "Then I will make Sister Yan comfortable too, okay?"

Yan Qingxue's eyes narrowed slightly. This sentence seemed to imply, but in fact it was so straightforward that it was almost explicit, and it frankly exposed his intention.

Yan Qingxue's thin lips parted slightly, and there were only two words: "Kneel down."

Spit out from this cold and noble face, there is an impulse to make people tremble, and the sense of contrast is too strong.

"Okay." Ye Lan's smile remained the same, she didn't feel offended or angry at all, she just pouted her lips slightly, "But, I'm not very good at it? Elder sister Yan, teach me, okay?"

Yan Qingxue's gaze turned to scrutiny, but Ye Lan just closed her eyes and silently offered her slightly raised lips.

Without any hesitation, Yan Qingxue lowered her head, leaned forward, and kissed the boy in front of her.

What fell into the nose...was a scent like poppies.

(End of this chapter)