Ling Yan stopped talking nonsense. He tapped his chest, and the gel-like combat suit gradually shrunk and finally disappeared.
There were no outsiders in the room. Ling Yan also removed his disguise as a small soldier of the Mu family army.
When Ling Yan suddenly appeared in his original form before his eyes, Mu Yuan instinctively wanted to hide and escape.
Ten thousand years of muscle memory made his heart tighten when he saw Ling Yan's short, light gray hair.
But he quickly persuaded himself.
It was different now.
Everything had changed.
Now, Ling Yan was no longer the star police captain who would arrest him and take him to Prison Star every time they met.
He was his subordinate.
Ling Yan saw Mu Yuan's slight backward movement. His chestnut eyes looked at Mu Yuan.
Mu Yuan coughed softly, pulled Ling Yan to the bed, and, by the light of the bedside lamp, began to clean Ling Yan's wound.
