66: Chapter 66: The Monster’s Weakness 66: Chapter 66: The Monster’s Weakness Su Yamo’s eyes were fixed on Wang Yan, almost shooting out flames.
“My God, he saw my whole body, not only saw it but also touched it.”
“How can I marry anyone in the future, how can I find a boyfriend, my poor hands have never even been touched by a man.”
“This bastard, talking about detoxification, he’s just a thug.
He holds a grudge because I said I would punish him for fighting in school, and now he’s here to get back at me.”
“I can’t live , I’ll kill him, even if it means dying myself.”
Su Yamo’s face grew redder, and the murderous intent in her eyes became more intense.
She glanced around and suddenly noticed the handgun on her uniform.
Xie Xiaoxian extended a hand, grabbed the gun, and raised it, pointing the dark muzzle at Wang Yan.
Su Yamo’s expression turned icy cold, her eyes bloodshot, almost frenzied as she gritted her teeth and forced out a few words: “Wang Yan, I want you dead.”
Ma Jun quickly stepped in front of Wang Yan and said, “Everything the boss said was true.
When we first saw you, you were really lying on the bed poisoned.”
Su Yamo didn’t listen to Ma Jun at all.
She swung the gun and said through gritted teeth, “Get out of my way, or I’ll kill you too.”
Looking at the dark muzzle, fear washed over Ma Jun’s face.
But after hesitating for a long time, he still stood there and didn’t move aside.
At this moment, Wang Yan’s weak voice came from behind Ma Jun, “Ma Jun, step aside.”
Ma Jun turned around quickly, about to speak, but was stunned.
He saw Wang Yan’s face was pale, devoid of any blood, even his lips were white.
However, Wang Yan still supported himself by the bed and slowly stood up, saying, “Let me explain to her.”
But just as Wang Yan stood up, he suddenly opened his mouth, and with a “pfft,” a mouthful of blood spurted out.
Then, Wang Yan’s eyes closed, and he collapsed backward onto the bed.
Ma Jun was shocked, quickly turning back to support Wang Yan, shouting loudly, “Boss, boss, are you okay, boss…?”
Seeing Wang Yan vomit blood, Su Yamo hesitated, thinking, “Could he really have been trying to save me?
Wait, why was I in his bed?
I remember being in the Cyan Snake Gang.”
As she thought of the Cyan Snake Gang, everything suddenly came back to Su Yamo.
“The giant snake, the poisonous fog—it seems I really was poisoned, I’ve wronged him.”
Thinking of this, Su Yamo felt a surge of guilt, hurriedly stood up, and rushed towards Wang Yan.
But just as Su Yamo got off the bed, she suddenly felt a chill all over her body.
Looking down, she was shocked to find herself completely naked, her graceful figure fully exposed.
Su Yamo screamed in her heart, quickly shrank back, retreated to the bed, and grabbed the quilt to cover herself again.
Then, Su Yamo reached under the blanket, grabbed the clothes outside, and quickly put them on over the quilt.
Finally dressed, Xie Xiaoxian let out a sigh of relief and looked up again.
She saw Ma Jun standing awkwardly at the bedside, while Wang Yan still lay on the bed, eyes closed.
Seeing this, Su Yamo breathed a sigh of relief.
Ma Jun had his back to her, and Wang Yan was unconscious, fortunately sparing her from embarrassment.
But the next moment, Su Yamo scolded herself: Su Yamo, how can you still care about this now?
Wang Yan got hurt saving you, and he looks seriously injured.
How can you still only think of yourself?
Thinking of this, Su Yamo quickly got out of bed, pushed Ma Jun aside, went to the other side of the bed, and leaned down to carefully check Wang Yan.
She saw Wang Yan’s jaws clenched tight, eyes closed, and his breathing very weak.
When Su Yamo placed her fingers next to Wang Yan’s nose, she was shocked and cried, “Why is this happening?
His breathing is getting weaker and weaker.”
Ma Jun was immediately at a loss, repeatedly saying, “What do we do?
With a solemn expression, Su Yamo said, “Saving him is the priority now, quickly give him artificial respiration.”
“Artificial respiration? ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet
But I don’t know how,” Ma Jun anxiously replied.
“Stupid, I’ll do it,” Su Yamo glared at Ma Jun, then bent down.
But as she got within a foot of Wang Yan’s lips, seeing his distinct features, Su Yamo hesitated again: “He’s already touched my whole body, and now I have to give him artificial respiration…
what will I do in the future?”
At this time, Ma Jun urged from behind, “Hurry up, or the boss will die.”
Su Yamo swallowed, steeled herself, and thought: Su Yamo, you’re here to save people, isn’t that why you became a police officer, to save people and fight evil?
Why are you hesitating now?
With that, Su Yamo closed her eyes and finally bent down, pressing her lips against Wang Yan’s.
Though Su Yamo had learned CPR in police school, it was on plastic models, never on a real person.
And Wang Yan, at this moment, was a sunny, handsome young man.
As soon as Su Yamo’s lips touched Wang Yan’s, she felt a current pass from his lips to hers, then from her lips to her heart.
The tiny current pulsed through her heart, filling Su Yamo with a tingling sensation, making Xie Xiaoxian’s pores open wide, as if breathing in fresh air with enthusiasm.
All of Su Yamo’s strength seemed to be drained, her entire body pressed tightly against Wang Yan’s, momentarily forgetting the other steps of CPR, simply maintaining that lip-to-lip contact, occasionally letting out light hums through her breath.
Seeing this, Ma Jun was a bit confused too, though he didn’t know CPR; he’d seen it performed.
It seemed to involve more actions like blowing air and chest compressions, but what Xie Xiaoxian was doing now looked just like kissing.
Ma Jun thought to himself but muttered aloud, “Is this CPR?”
Though said softly, the words hit Su Yamo’s ears like a thunderbolt, instantly waking Xie Xiaoxian.
“Right, what am I doing?” Su Yamo quickly opened her eyes.
Yet as soon as she opened her eyes, she found that Wang Yan, who had been eyes closed just now, had somehow opened his eyes.
With the two so close, lips still touching, Su Yamo could see only Wang Yan’s eyes.
This close, Su Yamo suddenly noticed Wang Yan’s eyes were clear as water, without any impurities, sparking a strong urge in her to delve into them.
Su Yamo was briefly stunned, forgetting where she was, forgetting that she and Wang Yan were lip-to-lip, just lying there on him, without moving her lips.
In truth, though Wang Yan had vomited blood, it was only because he was exhausted after fully extracting the poison from Su Yamo; his body was merely self-regulating in a deep rest.
But once Wang Yan opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful face flushed with embarrassment right before him, with a pair of sexy lips pressed to his own.
This shocked Wang Yan, and he hurriedly wanted to speak, only to find his lips sealed, unable to make a sound.
Instinctively, Wang Yan quickly raised his hand to push away the person on him.
With that push, Wang Yan felt his hands each land on a soft mound.
This startled Wang Yan again because he realized the person on top must be a “seductress,” and what he was holding must be the life gate before this seductress’s chest!