The little female is incredibly sweet and soft, healing the five evil beasts right from the start.

Chapter 160 Want to Kiss
Jiang Mian sat on the sofa, turning on his personal terminal to look at the contract sent by Zhou Bai.

Jiang Mian felt that she hadn't lost out at all, considering the company's future development and the city lord's sincerity. Moreover, her research was only successful because of their inspiration.

The inspiration she received from Zhou Qing that day, as well as from the potion Zhou Bai was making, led to her success.

Regardless of the circumstances, joining their company and becoming a shareholder is a sure-fire way to make money.

After all, Chang'an Pharmaceutical Company is going to be a very famous and large company in the future.

However, Jiang Mian still carefully reviewed the contract.

A moment later, a pair of cool hands gently covered her eyes, and the person behind her leaned slightly close to her ear, whispering, "Guess who I am?"

Jiang Mian paused slightly, then found it somewhat amusing, and curled her lips slightly: "Zhao Ci, if you changed your voice, I would have to guess. But with your voice, isn't it obvious that it's you?"

She pulled her hand away from his, turned back to look at him, and smiled: "Zhao Ci, you're back!"

"I'm back. Did you miss me, Mianmian?" Zhao Ci took her hand in his and gently pressed it against his face, letting Jiang Mian's palm cover his face, while his palm covered the back of Jiang Mian's hand.

A pair of beautiful purple-gold eyes, gentle as water, gazed softly at Jiang Mian's face, a gentle stream of longing and affection flowing between them.

"Yes!" Jiang Mian reached out and touched his cheek.

Zhao Ci had a very handsome face, and Jiang Mian also liked his face very much.

At that moment, she casually touched his cheek.

Zhao Ci pursed his lips slightly, but still obediently let her touch his cheek. He couldn't help but gently bring his cheek closer to her palm, as if he was very dependent on her.

"Is that so?" Zhao Ci's voice was slow and gentle, like the subtle sound of fruit wine being brewed, as if something sour was fermenting. "But I send you so many messages every day, yet I only get one reply."

Sometimes I wouldn't reply for a whole day, only replying the next day.

Zhao Ci's purplish-gold eyes flickered with a dark emotion, his gaze fixed on her eyes as if trying to discern any affection he might have for her.

Jiang Mian felt inexplicably guilty upon hearing the imperial edict's words.

I didn't think about it much, but I still thought about it.

Even a little bit of missing someone is still missing them.

“Yes, I really wanted to video chat with Mianmian one day, but she refused very decisively, only replying with two words: ‘Something’s up.’” Zhao Ci spoke slowly, the sourness in her voice seeming to grow stronger, but her voice remained gentle like smooth red wine, “Those two cold words, as if she doesn’t want me anymore.”

The emperor felt a tightness and discomfort in his heart as he wrote the imperial edict.

Back then, when he was killing people outside, he was always in a bad mood, as if he were sitting on a small, swaying boat, about to be capsized by the dark sea of ​​emotions, and once he was capsized, there would be no way out.

Jiang Mian also remembered, and the guilty expression on her face grew increasingly pronounced.

She hadn't expected him to be so uneasy. She really had something to do at the time, and she usually didn't like to type or chat on the personal terminal. It was fine to talk about experiments and medicine, but she felt it was unnecessary to talk about love on the personal terminal.

Jiang Mian had no idea that Zhao Ci could think so much.

“No baby, I love baby the most.” Jiang Mian hurriedly got up from the sofa, turned off the personal computer, didn’t even look at the contract, and immediately went around to the back of the sofa to hug his strong waist. She looked up at him slightly, her dark and bright eyes sparkling. “I love Zhao Ci baby the most.”

It's alright. No matter which beastly husband she's with, when the emotions run deep, Jiang Mian never hesitates to say that the person she likes the most is the other person.

She can now say to everyone that she likes the other person the most without batting an eye.

Because regardless of whether it's true or false, as long as it pleases people, it's true. Zhao Ci's heart stirred slightly; the girl's initiative in throwing herself into his arms stirred a ripple of joy within him, and his uneasy feelings were enveloped by love. A sweet feeling welled up within him.

"Then why don't you reply to my messages?" Zhao Ci also reached out and placed his hand on her cheek, his long eyelashes drooping slightly, his beautiful purple-gold eyes also lowered slightly, his gaze filled with sweetness and bitterness as he looked at Jiang Mian's face, "Sometimes you don't reply to me for a whole day."

Jiang Mian hurriedly explained, "I've been making potions these past few days, and a lot of things have happened. Wasn't the city besieged by alien beasts? You don't know that I was attacked by alien insects a few days ago. My leg was slashed so badly that I couldn't walk!"

As she spoke, she began to feign pitifulness.

In fact, during the days she injured her calf, she stayed at home to recover and spent every day on her personal computer. She had plenty of time to chat with the beastmen who were out and about on the personal computer.

However, Jiang Mian was too lazy to reply to the messages sent by Zhao Ci and Li Yan, choosing to selectively ignore them.

Mainly, she felt it was pointless and there was nothing worth replying to.

I think of you every day, I love you, I miss you so much, I love you so much, I miss you so much, I really miss you.

Jiang Mian even set them to "Do Not Disturb," because the messages from her beast husbands who were away on business trips were just as numerous as the meaningless messages Chi Lin sent every day.

So he ended up being put in the same dark room as Chi Lin.

Sometimes, Jiang Mian would see that after sending a long list of imperial edicts, he would finally send two sentences: "Why don't you reply to me? Please reply to me."

Then she replied with "love love love," "you reply you," and "I miss you."

That seemed extremely perfunctory, and sometimes Jiang Mian even forgot to reply...

Jiang Mian felt extremely guilty and had no choice but to tell them that he was also injured.

"How is your leg now?" Zhao Ci was indeed worried. He squatted down and lifted Jiang Mian's trouser leg to look. He saw a pink mark on her fair, slender and well-proportioned calf. Her own scar had fallen off not long ago.

Jiang Mian coughed lightly: "Cough, I'm much better now, I'm fine."

After all, with the other three beastmen taking such good care of her every day, she'll definitely recover quickly.

Zhao Ci gently and lovingly stroked the pink mark with his slender fingers, pursed his lips slightly, his expression darkening, and softly asked, "Why didn't you tell me?"

He didn't even know she was injured.

"Because I didn't want you to worry." Jiang Mian also squatted down, cupping his handsome face in her hands, a slight smile playing on her lips. "Besides, isn't everything alright now?"

The imperial edict merely responded with a soft "hmm," it's unclear whether it had convinced him.

Jiang Mian then had no choice but to use her trump card, leaning slightly forward to kiss his lips.

His vibrant lips were always like bright spring petals, very fleshy, full, and extremely moist.

She took a small bite and always found the texture to be excellent.

Soft and fleshy.

Zhao Ci's expression shifted slightly, and a hint of desire flickered in his purplish-gold eyes.

It's been so long since I kissed her.

Want to kiss.

(End of this chapter)