C39 Internal Breathing Return (1/2)
”Why are you here?”
”Meet someone.”
”Not following me?”
Hearing that, Ye Qiao looked at Lu Jinghuan weirdly, and then at Lu Jinghuan's neck, chest, and lower abdomen, before finally stopping at an important spot. After staring for a few seconds, Ye Qiao turned his face away and did not say a word.
The expression in Lu Jinghuan's eyes grew deeper and deeper.
”The Mr Ye is here?” Liu Tong who was seated inside also saw Ye Qiao, and stood up to welcome him.
”You two know each other?” Lu Jinghuan asked.
Liu Tong laughed: ”I do, Mr Ye is extremely knowledgeable in traditional Chinese medicine. Sometimes, I have to ask Mr Ye for guidance on difficult cases, so I got to know them a lot. What, the two of you know each other as well? ”
”I don't know him.”
”I do.”
Ye Qiao and Lu Jinghuan answered at the same time. Coincidentally, Hee Mu was currently holding two bags of herbs, looking up to see that Ye Qiao was also there. He immediately greeted him, calling him by his full name.
Hee Mu was stunned after shouting, because everyone's gaze turned towards him.
The atmosphere was a little awkward, but as Liu Tong was still an elder, he knew how to respond when he saw this situation. He smiled and beckoned for Hee Mu to follow him inside to take the recipe away, while giving the two of them space.
When Liu Tong and Hee Mu went in, Lu Jinghuan reached out to close the door, and took a step in front of Ye Qiao.
Ye Qiao frowned, he retreated a step and let him go.
Lu Jinghuan didn't say anything and just took a step forward. Separated by a thin sheet of paper, both of them could feel each other's breath, as long as one of them leaned forward a little, the two would stick together.
”What are you trying to do?” Ye Qiao said in displeasure.
Lu Jinghuan looked like a complete scoundrel, smiling as he lowered his head and leaned towards Ye Qiao's face, and blew on his ears. In that moment, all the goosebumps on Ye Qiao's body rose up.
”Nervous?”
”Nope.”
”You're already getting goosebumps, and you still say you're not nervous?”
Lu Jinghuan extended his hand out to point at Ye Qiao's face, but he was pushed away by Ye Qiao's hand. When Lu Jinghuan wanted to go closer, he saw that Ye Qiao had already revealed his silver needles, shining right in front of his eyes.
To tell the truth, ever since he had been stabbed by last night, Lu Jinghuan had indeed been a little fearful.
”Stay away from me.” Ye Qiao said coldly.
Lu Jinghuan raised his brows, raised his hands and took a step back.
”Keep moving back.”
”…”
”Later …”
”You can even make a move in public?”
Ye Qiao was at a loss for words.