The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

Chapter 320

Qin Hanyue wondered in his heart: Take off what? His clothes?

Unsure, he asked with action, lowering his head to look at his own clothes, and then looking at Qiao Ying again.

He got confirmation from Qiao Ying's leisurely eyes.

Qin Hanyue's breathing stalled slightly as he blinked: "Is, is there something?" Take off his clothes? What did she want him to take off his clothes for?

His heartbeat was already uncontrollably speeding up, his thoughts also out of control.

Qiao Ying: "Weren't you the one who said the robot was boring, and told me not to play with the robot but to play with you instead? What, did you chicken out?"

Qin Hanyue examined her expression closely.

He knew that with Qiao Ying’s vengeful personality, having him take off his clothes would definitely not be because she wanted to explore and deepen their feelings, to do what he wanted to do, to give him candy to eat.

Qin Hanyue couldn't think of why she wanted him to take off his clothes for a moment, but just these three words were already quite ambiguous, leading people to imagine.

So even if it wasn't to discuss their feelings, Qin Hanyue didn't mind elevating the atmosphere between them a bit, which would also be conducive to promoting their relationship.

Not to mention, it seemed he couldn't refuse right now anyway.

Sure enough, he just heard Qiao Ying's unrejectable tone: "Why are you dilly-dallying."

Qin Hanyue: "I, I’ll go lock the room door first."

Ye Si was next door. He wasn't sure when he would get up and come knock on the door. Any bigger movements would be hard to escape Ye Si's hearing. He really didn't want to be disturbed by that guy.

Also, that guy was prone to taking advantage of his injuries to make trouble. These past few days, Qin Hanyue was holding in a belly full of frustration. Fortunately, being able to apply medicine for Qiao Ying at night could comfort him no small amount.

Living under someone else's roof, and stubbornly confronting Ye Si head-on, was not a wise move. Qin Hanyue chose to avoid contact with him.

He locked the door and came back.

"Take them off?" he asked.

Qiao Ying gave a soft sound of agreement.

Qin Hanyue gulped nervously, not knowing if it was from tension or from thinking about something. Under Qiao Ying’s gaze, he first took off his jacket, walked over two steps to place it on the sofa.

Wearing only a white undershirt, he looked at Qiao Ying, receiving Qiao Ying’s gaze, he continued. Raising his hand, unhurriedly going to undo the cuffs on both sleeves, maintaining eye contact with her the whole time.

With the cuffs undone, his hands continued raising up, stopping at the buttons at his collar, but he didn't move, instead asking: "Sure?"

Qiao Ying replied with her eyes.

Qin Hanyue felt his heart hanging even more, but still cooperated.

His long fingers moved slightly, easily undoing the topmost button, the collar opening slightly, just needing to lightly pull the sides of the collar apart to reveal the clavicle underneath.

He said, "If you want to tease me, I'll take full responsibility for my inappropriate words and actions earlier, but I have a request - don't let me lose face in front of Ye Si and Cheng Jinyan."

Qiao Ying: "Inappropriate words and actions? Which ones?"

Qin Hanyue answered without thinking, his will to survive was strong: "Anything that you don't like hearing, anything that upsets you after hearing, they all are."

Qiao Ying gave a cold snort.

Qin Hanyue continued unbuttoning.

Taking off clothes in front of the girl he liked, to be honest, felt very strange mentally. After all, their relationship hadn't progressed to that stage yet. Although, although he had washed Qiao Ying’s body and had been applying medicine for her every day these past few days, that was a different matter.

Especially with this request being raised by her, with her standing in front of you expressionlessly watching you take them off.

And Qin Hanyue was always a serious and proper person. Although all these traits were halved when facing Qiao Ying, he still couldn't be as open as Ye Si.

But who was Qin Hanyue? His mental fortitude was as strong as his physical fortitude. By the time he was unbuttoning the second button, the strange feeling in Qin Hanyue's heart had vanished in a flash.

His actions became more and more natural, his gaze forcibly entangling with Qiao Ying’s.

Even though nothing had happened, it was still arousing enough to make one blush and make their heart race.

With half the buttons undone, his fit chest was half-hidden underneath the shirt folds.

Qiao Ying’s gaze went downward, sweeping over the man’s sturdy chest.

Landing on the man’s hands that were unbuttoning.

It was simply an ordinary action, yet he did it with such elegance, looking pleasurable to the eye and truly visually gratifying.

She looked unabashedly with wandering eyes, blatantly ogling him.

There was no other meaning, she just simply wanted to appreciate a good physique.

Even the seasoned veteran Qin Hanyue who had experienced storms and waves, with abundant experience, was made to feel a little bashful.

His abs weren't exaggeratedly defined, the lines were clear with visible furrows, very well-proportioned. His waist was slender, the muscle texture beautiful.

Making one want to reach out and try the feel and hardness.

Qin Hanyue's actions didn't stop. While watching her inspect his physique, it looked like he had passed.

He lightly hooked the corner of his mouth.

Pulling the hem of the undershirt out from his belt, and then very readily taking the undershirt off completely, revealing his broad, sturdy shoulders.

"Should I stop here?" he asked, holding the undershirt in his hand.

Continuing further, whether appropriate or not aside, things would likely happen eighty percent of the time.

Qiao Ying withdrew her gaze, satisfied. Her face was calm as water as she coolly looked at him and said, "Sit over there."

She then turned and went into the bedroom.

Qin Hanyue sat on the sofa. Before a few thoughts could surface in his mind, Qiao Ying came out holding a needle kit.

"Acupuncture?"

As he breathed a sigh of relief, a sense of loss came along with it. And this feeling of loss quickly overwhelmed the former, completely occupying his mind.

Qiao Ying: "Sounds quite disappointed. What did Mr. Qin think?"

Qin Hanyue: "I didn't think anything."

He really hadn't thought anything, hadn't dared to think randomly about it. But he also didn't expect acupuncture. He had gotten nervous for nothing at the start.

Qiao Ying came to stand in front of him, "Turn around."

Qin Hanyue turned, presenting his sturdy back to her. The lines and muscle texture of his back were also very beautiful, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Qiao Ying opened the needle kit, taking out a silver needle.

Qin Hanyue said, "There's nothing wrong with my body." He wasn't sick.

Qiao Ying casually said, "There will be soon."

The next second, Qin Hanyue felt his neck get pricked near the base, like he was bitten. But it definitely wasn't a weak nibble like from an ant.

It hurt quite a bit.

Another needle went in. Qin Hanyue's brows furrowed slightly.

After several continuous needles, Qin Hanyue nearly broke out in sweat. He finally believed she was venting her anger on him, taking revenge.

She was angry so she used needles to prick him?

Although this method of retaliation was cute, Qin Hanyue still couldn't help but think: you shouldn't provoke anyone studying medicine. Especially not the medical student who was his love interest, because then he couldn't even struggle to resist.

Yet another needle, the pain making Qin Hanyue lightly cough to conceal it.

He even wondered if his back had been pricked bloody by her.

Qiao Ying: "Hurts?"

Qin Hanyue: "A little."

Qiao Ying: "Hurting is right."

Qin Hanyue: "Is it too late to apologize now?"

Holding the needle, Qiao Ying steadily pushed it deeper into his body, "You tell me, I'm listening."

Qin Hanyue clenched his hands resting on his lap into fists. "Sorry."

Qiao Ying: "Just that?"

Qin Hanyue: "I'm wrong."

Qiao Ying: "Nothing else?"

Seeing it was useless, Qin Hanyue was about to turn around to do something.

Qiao Ying sensed his movement, "Don't move."

Qin Hanyue didn't move again. His tone was light and harmonious: "I won't be so rash with my words next time. Go on and prick me, until you've vented your anger."

Qin Hanyue took a slight deep breath, completely presenting his back to her to practice on and take out her anger.

Qiao Ying raised her eyes to glance at him, the corners of her lips hooked up slightly.

Qin Hanyue steeled himself to suffer at least half an hour of torment. Unexpectedly, after the initial seemingly vengeful needles, her subsequent ones were much gentler.

The clenched fist on his lap slowly relaxed open.

It seemed he still didn't understand her well enough, still didn't have a clear grasp of how much standing he actually had in her heart. Her goodwill towards him was far more than what he realized and felt.

Qin Hanyue was feeling touched.

Then Qiao Ying slowly said from behind, "Not resisting at all, aren't you afraid I'll turn you into Miss Qin if I keep pricking?"