The Female Assassin Pretends to Be a Lamb in the Campus

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Chapter 61

"Boss, what does that look in your eyes mean? Don't you have any women at home? Even if you don't have a wife, you must have a mother, right? What's with that expression over such a physiological issue?"

"Boss, hello. Let me make this clear first, I don't need this for myself and I don't have any peculiar interests either."

"Hey boss, say something, will you? What's with staring at me like that? Hey boss, don't come over here, what are you trying to do!"

"Don't move, listen to me first. Nod if you understand, shake your head if you don't, and don't say anything else. And stay away from me."

"You're the pervert, your whole family are perverts. You think I can't understand your bird language? You don't want to stay in M Continent anymore, right?"

"Let go of me, all of you. Today I must compare notes with him no matter what."

Qin Yan swore and cursed as he was dragged out of the Nth shop by two of his subordinates. Furious, he hurled every profanity he knew at the shop for a full two minutes.

Never had he been so rude and irritable.

Taking a deep breath and turning around, he saw his subordinates' faces twisted in suppressed laughter.

Qin Yan spat indiscriminate fire at them: "Laugh laugh laugh, laugh your ass off why don't you. Keep looking! I'll be damned if I can't find one in a place as big as M Continent!"

In the hotel room,

Qin Hanyue noticed Qiao Ying was looking increasingly pale, with beads of sweat appearing on her forehead and the tip of her nose, as if she felt cold. He went into the bedroom and took the blanket he had used the previous night.

Unfolding it, he covered Qiao Ying's abdomen and legs.

Although Qin Hanyue was decisive and commanding in the business world, this was also his first time dealing with such a situation. Other than handing her a cup of warm water and covering her with a blanket, he didn't know what else to do.

Seeing that Qiao Ying was uncomfortable, Qin Hanyue asked, "Miss Qiao, do you need to go to the hospital? Or do you need some painkillers?"

"No need."

Qin Hanyue could only let it go.

Suddenly, as if recalling something, he silently looked it up on his phone.

After gaining some understanding, he sent a message for Qin Yan to buy some brown sugar on his way back.

"Mr. Qin, could you help me find a long, thin needle?"

Qin Hanyue was taken aback for a moment, then understood what Qiao Ying wanted the needle for and agreed.

Just as Qiao Ying was nearing impatience, Qin Yan finally returned.

Qin Hanyue went to open the door.

Qin Yan looked as if he had been through something at the door. His previously neatly styled hair was disheveled and his clothes wrinkled. Above his mask, his previously shrewd eyes now appeared somewhat blank.

This made Qin Hanyue frown inadvertently.

Did he go shopping or try and fail to rob someone?

"Young Master," Qin Yan listlessly pulled down his mask, revealing an ashen face. "I, I have dust allergy, achoo!" He held up his mask as he explained.

Wilting under Qin Hanyue's icy stare, a disconsolate Qin Yan cried out inwardly. All this was to keep up appearances as a god of war!

"Here are the needle and brown sugar you wanted, and the other thing." Qin Yan shoved the items at Qin Hanyue as if they were too hot to handle.