77: Chapter 77: Don’t Believe , Take a Whiff 77: Chapter 77: Don’t Believe , Take a Whiff Zhang Yang looked at Sun Bingrou sowhat speechlessly, had she forgotten that she was a doctor?
With no other choice, Zhang Yang had to write down with a pen, “Teacher Sun, please save this poor tongue.”
Only then did Sun Bingrou rember that what she should be doing right now was treating the injury.
She quickly cald herself down and then imdiately pulled Zhang Yang to sit on the couch.
She found so saline solution and dical gauze, as what needed to be done now was to check how deep Zhang Yang’s wound was and to quickly stop the bleeding.
Standing in front of Zhang Yang, she bent down, gently grabbing Zhang Yang’s tongue with tweezers while rinsing the fresh blood with saline solution.
At the sa ti, she subconsciously blew gently, hoping this would help alleviate Zhang Yang’s pain.
Zhang Yang wasn’t feeling as much pain now, because it had gone numb.
At the sa ti, he harnessed the energy of the Nine Revolutions, focusing it on his tongue to speed up the blood clotting process.
It was the sight of Sun Bingrou blowing on his tongue that suddenly made his heart flutter.
The distance between the two had beco very close, and Zhang Yang, looking at that stunning, unmatched face, couldn’t help but praise inwardly, “She’s just too beautiful.”
At the sa ti, he recalled that Sun Bingrou seed to have licked his tongue with her own.
Zhang Yang didn’t know whether today he was unlucky or fortunate.
Did this count as having a deep kiss with Sun Bingrou?
At that mont, Sun Bingrou carefully examined the very deep wound on Zhang Yang’s tongue, which had reached the point where stitches were needed.
What had she done?
“Zhang Yang, I’m sorry.
It’s Teacher’s fault,” she said.
“Is it okay for to stitch you up now?” asked Teacher Sun, her face filled with regret, softly speaking.
After hearing this, Zhang Yang shook his head.
He took out his phone and looked carefully.
With the protection of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious dical Technique and with a little bit of dicine, he figured he would recover quite well in about a week.
The only thing that caused Zhang Yang pain was the thought that his als wouldn’t taste good anymore.
Seeing Zhang Yang shake his head, Sun Bingrou thought he was angry with her and didn’t want her to do the stitching.
So, she hurriedly said, “Zhang Yang, if you don’t want Teacher to stitch you up, I will find Pei Yu Yan to co over.
Is that okay?
Or any other doctor from the hospital, you just say who you want, and I’ll get them.”
Zhang Yang knew Sun Bingrou’s status, but even so, he was still taken aback by her offer.
Randomly asking for a doctor—probably only Sun Bingrou, the hospital director’s daughter, could manage that.
Zhang Yang still shook his head slowly.
He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to speak today, he needed to rest for a night before he could talk softly.
Seeing Zhang Yang shake his head, Sun Bingrou suddenly cried.
Zhang Yang instantly widened his eyes.
Sun Bingrou, such a cool and proud woman, could cry too?
Sun Bingrou was actually filled with self-reproach and guilt.
Seeing Zhang Yang shaking his head, she thought he would never forgive her, which made her feel extrely uncomfortable.
Just as Zhang Yang thought, Sun Bingrou herself couldn’t rember how long it had been since she last cried.
“Zhang Yang, what do I need to do for you to forgive ?
Just say it and Teacher will do it,” she pledged.
Zhang Yang’s eyes lit up, suddenly having an idea.
So, he wrote on a piece of paper, “Blow on it!”
“Blow on it?
What do you an ‘blow on it’?” Sun Bingrou wiped away a tear, looking puzzled at Zhang Yang.
Seeing her reaction, Zhang Yang simply stuck out his tongue and brought it close to Sun Bingrou’s face.
Then he pointed to the two words on the paper again, “Blow on it!”
Only then did Sun Bingrou understand what Zhang Yang ant.
She quickly said, “What’s the use of blowing on it?
The wound is too deep; it needs stitches.
Please let Teacher stitch it up for you.”
Zhang Yang shook his head again and just looked at Sun Bingrou.
Sun Bingrou was torn between laughter and tears at Zhang Yang’s stubbornness and said, “Alright, alright, I’ll blow on it.”
Sun Bingrou thought Zhang Yang must still be in too much pain, so she complied anyway.
But now, as Sun Bingrou blew on the wound from such a close distance, she also felt the position was sowhat embarrassing.
However, Sun Bingrou did not evade it, only hoping that it would make Zhang Yang feel more comfortable so he could forgive her.
At this mont, Zhang Yang wrote another line on the paper, “Teacher, what perfu are you wearing?
It slls really good.”
Upon seeing this, Sun Bingrou said with an annoyed expression, “What are you thinking at a ti like this?”
After that, Sun Bingrou continued to blow on it.
But how could Zhang Yang let it go?
Today he had to find out.
“Tell , and I’ll forgive you,” Zhang Yang wrote again.
After reading it, Sun Bingrou’s expression beca unnatural.
She never wore perfu; it was her natural scent, but how could she possibly say that?
She couldn’t lie either, and now that Zhang Yang had put it this way, she found it even harder to brush him off.
So, after struggling for a while, she finally said, “Zhang Yang, actually, Teacher hasn’t put on any perfu.
What you sll is…
well, it’s my body’s scent.”
Zhang Yang found that teasing the cold and glamorous teacher like this was really interesting and thrilling.
He quickly asked, “Your body’s scent, what do you an?”
Sun Bingrou stiffened, and her cheeks turned even redder.
But still, she bit the bullet and said outright, “It’s just that my body naturally has a bit of a fragrant sll, it’s my…
body scent.”
My God, had Sun Bingrou actually told her student about this?
Few people knew about her body scent, and Sun Bingrou thought that talking about it would hardly be believed, could easily cause trouble, and besides, it was a private matter she didn’t wish to tell anyone.
But now, Zhang Yang knew about it, and she had admitted it herself.
What made Sun Bingrou sowhat angry, however, was that Zhang Yang quickly wrote on the paper, “I don’t believe it, people don’t have scents.
Teacher, don’t fool ; I haven’t read much.”
Sun Bingrou imdiately beca frustrated and said, “I’m not lying to you, it’s true.”
Seeing Zhang Yang’s still unbelieving eyes, Sun Bingrou was really getting agitated.
Being doubted about lying was sothing utterly unacceptable to her.
Then, as if possessed, she suddenly stood up, lifted her shirt to reveal her smooth abdon, and moved it close to Zhang Yang’s face, “If you don’t believe it, sll it.”
Zhang Yang had not expected such a big surprise from Sun Bingrou.
He had touched her stomach just now, but back then, he hadn’t been focused on the sensation.
Now, observing Sun Bingrou’s bold move, he felt overjoyed.
In fact, the mont Sun Bingrou lifted her shirt, that pleasant fragrance was already hitting him in the face.
But Zhang Yang still leaned in and started to sniff earnestly.
Feeling the warm breath from Zhang Yang, Sun Bingrou’s body instantly tensed up.
At the sa ti, she ca to her senses, what was she doing?
Proving her body scent to Zhang Yang?
How absurd was that?
“Zhang Yang, do you…
do you sll it?”
With her lips pursed, Sun Bingrou asked.
She felt her body extrely sensitive at the mont, especially when Zhang Yang’s nose touched her abdon, it felt like an electric shock.
Zhang Yang clearly felt Sun Bingrou’s body shake a little, and at the sa ti, he also saw at the waist of her pants, a hint of her underwear was inadvertently revealed.
He couldn’t help but be curious about what Sun Bingrou slled like down there.
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