Chapter 326: Chapter 326: Went Crazy
When Yan Buming saw the syringe hit his own wrist, he was slightly stunned for a mont. He stared at the liquid rapidly being injected into his body through the syringe, unable to react imdiately.
But the next instant, Yan Buming’s face showed an expression of imnse terror: “Ah–no–”
Yan Buming hurriedly swung his arms and quickly retreated.
However, by the ti Yan Buming realized what had happened, the syringe’s entire content had already been injected into his body.
Wang Yan continued to smile as he watched Yan Buming, releasing the syringe and allowing Yan Buming to retreat into the corner of the wall.
His back hit the corner of the wall, leaving Yan Buming with nowhere to retreat, yet he still stared wide-eyed in terror, continuously swinging his arms because the syringe remained stuck in his wrist and couldn’t be flung off no matter how he swung.
Although Yan Buming could easily pull the syringe out with his other hand, he did not dare to reach out, as if the syringe were a piece of red-hot iron that would stick to his hand upon contact.
Finally, after flinging wildly, the syringe was thrown out, landing on the ground with a “plop.”
But by now, there was no liquid left in the syringe that had fallen to the ground.
Yan Buming’s face instantly turned green and then white; he knew all too well the effects of this drug. Once half of it is injected, one turns into a lunatic, yet now the entire content has been injected into him.
Yan Buming dared not even contemplate the outco that awaited him.
“No… No… I won’t go crazy… I won’t… I must beco the most influential person in Wanghai City who can command respect— I won’t go crazy, I won’t go crazy—”
Yan Buming shouted loudly, his facial muscles twitching, his entire face pressing together, looking extrely terrifying.
At this mont, Su Yamo had slowly regained her ability to act, slowly stood up from the ground, and walked to Wang Yan’s side.
Seeing Yan Buming’s state, thinking if Wang Yan hadn’t appeared, she might have ended up the sa way, Su Yamo felt a wave of fear.
Moreover, she’d just been electrically shocked, feeling weak all over as she walked, barely making it to Wang Yan’s side. Her body felt weak, and she fell into Wang Yan’s arms.
If it were any other ti, Su Yamo would have undoubtedly stood up gritting her teeth, but now, utterly exhausted, she lay in Wang Yan’s embrace, her hands sliding across Wang Yan’s waist, holding onto his strong back.
Wang Yan had originally been watching Yan Buming with a calm expression, suddenly felt a fragrant scent pouring into his embrace, then felt Su Yamo’s hands slide across his body.
Although those hands rely brushed past, Wang Yan felt like thousands of ants were crawling over him, making him itch and numb, goosebumps rising all over, montarily freezing his entire body.
Although he wanted to push Su Yamo aside, his body seed frozen, devoid of any strength.
Not only did Wang Yan feel his body freeze, but everything around him seed frozen too; even Yan Buming’s shouting, just a few steps away, sounded distant as if coming from beyond the horizon.
Su Yamo lay on Wang Yan, a wonderful feeling she had never felt before instantly enveloped her entire being.
That feeling was like the morning sun shining on her, making her feel warm and lazy, wanting to close her eyes, or like diving into a warm blanket from a cold house during the severe cold of winter, unwilling to co out.
Since becoming an adult, Su Yamo had been very independent, always appearing strong and resilient in front of others, even being called a tough girl behind her back. Yet only Su Yamo herself knew that only in the deep silence of the night, could she hug her pillow and secretly shed tears of grievance.
Today, hugging Wang Yan, Su Yamo suddenly felt all the grievances endured over several years, perhaps even more than a decade, co flooding out. For so reason, Su Yamo directly opened her mouth and “wah” cried loudly.
Su Yamo’s crying gave Wang Yan a scare.
In Wang Yan’s impression, Constable Su was resilient, tough, so why would she suddenly cry today? Shouldn’t she have been injected already since he was late?
Thinking this, Wang Yan quickly grabbed the hands hugging his back and held them in front of him to examine them carefully.
As Su Yamo was crying, she suddenly saw Wang Yan lift her hands and study them closely, feeling puzzled and raised her head blindly, tears still hanging in the corners of her eyes as she looked bewilderedly at Wang Yan.
Wang Yan carefully checked Su Yamo’s hands but found no puncture marks from the syringe. Then he lifted her sleeves, revealing her white, jade-like arms, and examined them again.
However, on these flawless white arms, Wang Yan also did not find any puncture marks.
Wang Yan beca confused, glancing at Su Yamo’s neck and exposed skin.
Seeing Wang Yan’s eyes constantly scanning her body, Su Yamo pouted and complained, “What are you doing?”
Hearing Su Yamo’s slightly angry tone, Wang Yan snapped out from his doctor persona, sowhat sheepishly looking at Su Yamo, fearing that she might explode again, awkwardly explaining, “I… I just wanted to see if you were injected.”
Upon hearing this, Su Yamo couldn’t help but let out a “pfft,” breaking into a smile.
At this mont, a few crystalline drops of tears were still hanging on Su Yamo’s face. As she smiled, she looked like a flower blooming with morning dew under the dawn, extrely stunning and radiant.
Su Yamo was already very beautiful, her smile amid tears even more srizing.
Looking at the smiling Su Yamo, Wang Yan was montarily dumbfounded, suddenly feeling his heart as if a giant mallet had struck, stopping it montarily.
But then his heart resud beating, quickly picking up pace as if going mad.
“Demon Art! Demon Art! The demon is using Demon Art again!” Wang Yan’s heart kept shouting, his breathing progressively heavier.
Su Yamo had been smiling at Wang Yan, suddenly noticing Wang Yan staring straight at her with an almost obsessive gaze, and couldn’t help but ask softly, “What are you staring at?”
Yet as she spoke, Su Yamo imdiately sensed Wang Yan’s heavy breathing and instantly understood what Wang Yan’s gaze ant.
Realizing this, Su Yamo suddenly also felt nervous and excited, her pretty face turning rosy, her breathing becoming as heavy as Wang Yan’s.
Both stood face to face, their eyes never leaving each other, slowly getting closer and feeling the warmth of each other’s breath.
As they were about to co together, Su Yamo slowly closed her eyes, rose on her tiptoes, and pressed her pink lips towards Wang Yan.
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