After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

The one-month winter vacation may be the only opportunity for high school students to make one last push before the college entrance examination, but this is not necessarily the case for Shen Zhao.

Before the holiday, Xu Ke and her friends invited Shen Zhao to study in the library together, but Shen Zhao politely declined. Ma Shuyi also ridiculed him for this, but these were just minor matters and Shen Zhao did not take it to heart.

At this moment, she was analyzing the composition of Mu Yanchen's bottle of poisonous blood in the underground laboratory of the manor.

There were books scattered on the table, each of which was ten centimeters thick. What was surprising was that each book seemed to have been read. Bookmarks could be seen from time to time, and fine handwriting could be faintly seen on the bookmarks, all of which were marked.

Shen Zhao flipped through the pages, reading ten lines at a glance, and recorded the useful information in her laptop. Her speed was so fast that it made people feel that she had a photographic memory. At this moment, she was truly in the right state, which was in sharp contrast to her lazy style in school.

The analyzer with a white metal appearance is analyzing the composition of the black and red liquid, making a "hissing" sound from time to time. Every time it analyzes a component, the name of the component will be displayed on the screen. You can know what it is made of just at a glance.

But things are far from as simple as imagined.

This blood and medicine have been mixed for many years and have been acting in the body for a long time. It is no longer the pure component when it first entered the body, but a "thing" formed after a large number of chemical and biological reactions. What is taken out now is only a temporary product, and there are still a large number of drugs continuing to react and operate in Mu Yanchen's body.

This is the trickiest part.

Shen Zhao was busy typing each word when suddenly the machine sounded a warning beep. She looked up at the machine and saw a big red exclamation mark on the screen that had been working fine.

She stood up suddenly, ran to the machine, and looked at the bottle of slightly precipitated black blood inside with surprise through the glass. Then she glanced at the warning symbol on the screen. There were some understandable substances in front of her. Although they were all highly toxic ingredients, many treatment plans flashed through Shen Zhao's mind, but the one that was just tested could not detect a toxicity!

And this ingredient doesn’t necessarily have to be the last one!

She quickly recorded all the previous information and also wrote down in detail the situation of one of the unknown substances. Then she pressed the start button again and the machine skipped this substance and continued to operate.

But the good times didn't last long. After the machine analyzed a few more substances, the shrill warning sound appeared again.

Shen Zhao looked at the machine with a headache and pressed the continue button in the same way.

Soon another item appeared, but after that everything went smoothly without any obstacles.

Shen Zhao looked at his notebook with complicated emotions in his eyes. The only other elements that could be analyzed were obtained through reactions, which were not difficult to deduce.

She set her eyes on the three unknown substances, her eyes darkened. Without any clue, she could only try, but there was only one Mu Yanchen, and she didn't dare to take the risk!

Just when her gloomy eyes were about to drive herself into depression, the door of the laboratory opened and Mu Yanchen walked in wearing special laboratory shoes, almost silently, but Shen Zhao still spotted him at a glance.

The laboratory was very bright, illuminating Mu Yanchen's face clearly. The lines deepened by illness became unusually clear, as if his delicate facial features had been swept by a storm. It did not damage his beauty but made him look old. However, these marks left by the years made Shen Zhao inexplicably distressed. Thinking of him being tortured by those unknown substances, her heart ached as if it was being clenched.

She looked up at Mu Yanchen and reached out to touch his face gently, "Why are you here?"

"What are you doing?" Mu Yanchen's eyes fell on the notebook behind her, and the three circles that looked like black holes. Shen Zhao also noticed his gaze and hurriedly used his body to block it. Since he was not as tall as her, he even put his hands in front of Mu Yanchen's face.

"Did not do anything!"

"Yeah!"

Shen Zhao quickly retracted her hand. She looked at her slightly wet palm and snorted in dissatisfaction, "What are you doing?"

Only when she bumped into those smiling eyes, all her anger disappeared. Her tone was not to be outdone, and it was obvious that she was dissatisfied, but her eyes were full of joy. She grabbed his hand and gently drew circles on his palm with her fingers, "Have you ever thought about what you would do if you were better?"

Mu Yanchen didn't know why she asked this. In his heart, there was no possibility of recovery. If it was possible, he would have recovered many years ago. This period of time was the happiest time in his life. If there was really a possibility of recovery...

He lowered his head, staring at Shen Zhao with burning eyes. If that were really possible, there would be a storm in his eyes as if he wanted to devour the girl in front of him. He would never let her go in his entire life. He wanted all of her, both physically and mentally.

Shen Zhao met his eyes full of desire, and for a moment he thought of the scorching night. The cold winter wind was blowing outside, but it was unexpectedly hot inside.

The heat silently climbed up her neck, then her cheeks, and then her earlobes, like a bright red persimmon, so beautiful and tempting. She couldn't help but lower her head to hide her current predicament, but was blocked by a finger knuckle.

Mu Yanchen stretched out his hand without her knowing when, and gently placed a knuckle on her chin, gently but without allowing any objection. He forced her to look up, and her eyes, as clear as glass, reflected Mu Yanchen's figure and also clearly reflected the man's unstoppable desire at this moment.

His body moved closer, and Shen Zhao wanted to retreat but his other hand held her waist. He was taller than her, and as long as he lowered his head he could pick her plump lips. He had tasted their deliciousness many times, as tender, soft and sweet as jelly.

Thinking this, he did just that. In the past, he had always restrained himself from approaching her, but now she was in his arms, and it was impossible for him to be like Liu Xiahui.

When their slightly cool lips touched, the heat gradually rose. Mu Yanchen licked gently without satisfaction. His desire was like a mountain and an ocean. He forced her to open her mouth, and his tongue entangled with hers flexibly, causing her steps to become weak, her body to become soft, and she couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

To Mu Yanchen's ears it sounded like an aphrodisiac and he couldn't help but intensify his movements. He held her hand even tighter, her softness touching his chest, and a lingering numbness rose from the soles of his feet and then gathered in one place.

He touched the delicate skin, stroked the top, gently teased and twisted it, causing the person in front of him to shudder.

How he wanted to continue regardless of the consequences, but he couldn't. Now no conditions allowed it, and he couldn't take her here easily.