C6 Don't Forget I'm a Man

His deep black eyes were as bright as jewels, but his gaze was as indifferent as his tone, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

His chin was still slightly raised like before. He looked like he was conquering the world from above, but it was also a symbol that people didn't want to get close to.

Lying on his chest, his nose was full of the smell of blood, as well as the original and mellow smell of the cloth emitted by his Armani customized suit.

Through the thick clothes, one could still clearly feel his strong chest muscles.

He loved to work out in the past. In his swimming class, his eight-pack abs often caused girls to scream. Now his muscles should be perfect to the extreme.

Five years later, this year, she would never have thought that the person who saved her would be Yan Si Chen.

However, she was no longer Su Qian. In that accident, her parents died and were saved by Ye Jue, who brought her to the 19th.

Right now, she was the assassin number 19. Her identity was constantly changing. She specialized in missions and hunting prey.

Placed on the sofa, Su Qian's eyes sharpened. She immediately recognized that it was an Italian high-end furniture brand, Poliform's handmade leather sofa. The price was not cheap, at least eight digits.

The subjects she was trained in, including identifying luxury brands in all areas.

Aside from the sofa that was ridiculously expensive, the other parts of his villa were also filled with luxury and nobility.

If the Iris Flowers on the wall was not a high-quality imitation, then it was a genuine Van Gogh. The market price was 57 million.

In Su Qian's memory, Yan Si Chen was born into a scholarly family, and his parents were both university professors. They were not people who could afford such a luxurious brand.

However, she had been away for five years, so a lot of things might not be the same as before.

Obviously, he was no longer the same person as before.

"Wait here, I'll go get the medicine."

"Wait."

Su Qian pulled Yan Si Chen's arm.

Yan Si Chen did not take it away. He just looked at her indifferently: "What is it?"

"You don't need to worry about the wound. Put a jar of cold water on it. I feel so hot."

You don't need to care about the wound?

Was she sure?

It was such a deep wound. The blood had even soaked the back seat of his car. After not seeing each other for a few years, she had actually grown up. She was not even afraid of death.

However, looking at Su Qian's strange red face, Yan Si Chen realized something.

He squatted down and touched Su Qian's forehead. His tone was still indifferent: "Drunk?"

Su Qian nodded.

Yan Si Chen's eyes swept across her graceful figure under the low-cut blue velvet dress. His expression was indifferent: "Got it. Treat the wound on your hand first."

As he spoke, he pulled his hand back, and not long after, he took out the medicine box.

At first, Su Qian thought that it was just a simple bandage, but she did not expect Yan Si Chen to be very familiar and professional in debriding, sterilizing, and suturing her wounds.

"Are you the doctor?"

"No, I just learned it."

"Oh, about that, thank you. Nice to meet you. My name is Jiang Yan."

He had never called her Su Qian from the beginning to the end. He had forgotten that it was better to have a girl called Su Qian, but Su Qian was afraid that he would still remember her, that stupid girl who confessed.

She called herself Jiang Yan in order to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Five years ago, Ye Jue took her in as number 19. In order to make it easier for him to move around, she lost her real identity in front of outsiders.

Yan Si Chen did not need to know her real identity.

Yan Si Chen's hand paused when he applied the medicine.

He looked up at Su Qian and suddenly smiled. "I told you, you just look a little like that person."