Chapter 1509: Sprinkling Sugar on the Forensic Doctor 22

This table isn't exactly lavish, but the dishes, which are definitely tasty, were still neglected.

Wu Lin didn't know how Jin Chen interpreted what he'd just said, but when he was pressed onto the sofa and kissed, he still felt dazed for an instant.

Is this a beauty plan?

Jin Team really took the bait quickly.

Little did he know, in Jin Chen's eyes, this beast with a mouth full of sharp teeth was practically walking into a trap.

Wu Lin, experiencing his first kiss, was left breathless and flushed, his chin gripped to force eye contact, even feeling as if he were the prey.

His eyes, veiled with moisture, wanted to pretend indifference, but Jin Chen easily broke that, kissing his lips and then the corners of his eyes, scorching Wu Lin so he trembled all over and instinctively turned his head to avoid it.

"I agree to your 'dragging you down' relationship." Jin Chen wouldn't let him avoid it, locking gazes with a deep smile, "Then in your view of feelings, does this kind of relationship have a special term?"

Wu Lin didn't know how to answer, but Jin Chen wouldn't let him escape, his fingertip rubbing the skin pressing again against his tightly pressed lips.

"I'd rather call it a mutually bound contract couple; what do you think?"

Wu Lin felt Jin Chen might also be quite ill.

"Whatever you think." Wu Lin, unable to bear it any longer, bit Jin Chen's finger, "Let go of me."

"Then kiss me; just now it was all me taking the initiative." Jin Chen pressed down his hand trying to push away, interlocking their fingers against the sofa edge, completely immobilizing the not-so-trained, weak medical examiner.

Wu Lin now finally looked like a feverish patient, red from neck to face, his breathing noticeably weakened under the strong aura pressing ahead of him.

"Jin Team..." Wu Lin tugged at Jin Chen's collar, softening his voice: "You really want to bully a patient?"

"Sure, you've learned to act cute." Jin Chen laughed lazily, tapping his forehead with a finger, "I've also bought the fever medicine for you; want to take it?"

Wu Lin slowly nodded, finally lowering his guard a bit when facing him.

"Then let's kiss first."

Wu Lin: "..."

The poor patient ultimately still gave in.

Jin Chen happily went to get his medicine, and incidentally finished making the snail prince, clearing away a table of food that had barely been touched.

Wei Yan: "Jin Team! The Doctor Gu you mentioned last time moved into my residential area."

The phone on the sofa lit up; Wu Lin saw the message and frowned in confusion.

Why exactly does Jin Chen care so much about a doctor?

Wu Lin thought for a moment, holding his phone as he headed into the kitchen: "Wei Yan is looking for you."

Jin Chen was still brewing his medicine, not looking up: "What did he say?"

Wu Lin leaned against the doorframe, staring at his back for a few seconds, and whispered: "I don't know the password; I didn't see it."

"6789."

"... Aren't you afraid your phone will be stolen by criminals?"

Jin Chen glanced at him, handed over the clear glass cup with the fever medicine steeping: "Besides you, who could steal it?"

"【Great Pixiu Elder has plenty of strength and means!】" Ling Gun Gun immediately chimed in.

Jin Chen took the phone, his head swelling a few sizes.

Why is this protagonist attacker so persistent?

Since we can't escape the destined bond between the protagonists, we might as well blaze a new trail.

Jin Team: "You're an important technical member of the team; Gu Huan probably has ulterior motives. If you really can't avoid it, turn the tables—use the beauty plan at crucial moments."

Seeing him send the message, Wu Lin fell silent: "You really use colleagues like that?"

Meanwhile, Wei Yan on the other side sank into prolonged shock.

Back when I joined the Major Crimes Unit, they never said technical staff also had to learn the beauty plan!

"It's all just turning the tables; if Wei Yan really falls for Gu Huan, then that's the real trouble."

Jin Chen, playing the good husband, wiped the countertop dry; just thinking about this possibility gave him a headache—he wished he could also turn into a professional assassin and directly kill the protagonist attacker.

Wu Lin also couldn't see any other expression on Jin Chen's face, and inexplicably felt much more at ease.

He obediently drank the fever medicine, then swallowed two capsules, silently watching Jin Chen as he prepared to leave.

"If I look at you a few more times, I'll think you're trying to keep me." Jin Chen picked up the car keys casually tossed on the coffee table, already ready to head to the door.

"You're overthinking it, Jin Team," Wu Lin gave a harmless smile, "Take care."

"Alright, see you tomorrow." Jin Chen ruffled his hair again, then turned and left.

The fever medicine, carrying drowsiness, enveloped Wu Lin in a haze; once Jin Chen left, the smile on his face vanished.

He stared blankly down the hallway toward the study for a while, finally let out a silent sigh, and went into the bedroom.