Xu Qian sighed, stroking her brown hair.
She hadn't expected the leader of the esteemed X Group to have childhood psychological trauma.
Song Xiaoping's lips curled, and he said lightly, "You don't need to comfort me. Everything you want, I can give you."
Xu Qian: ...
Indeed, she had thought Song Xiaoping wouldn't give her the antidote for the cold poison.
But in the end, he had still... fed it to her.
"I don't need it. This is fine too."
She wasn't a lecherous woman!
Song Xiaoping's eyes flickered as he glanced at her, clearly not believing her.
Who else habitually put their hands inside during kisses?
Xu Qian narrowed her dark eyes and said coldly, "You don't trust me?"
Song Xiaoping secretly let out a breath and pulled her into his embrace.
"I trust you."
G City. Base.
The man in the black robe and the young woman in the red robe walked off the plane together. Black and red intertwined, a surprisingly perfect match.
Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to utter a word.
The new base was composed of people from previously destroyed bases. Most of them had either seen Xu Qian before or had narrowly escaped her.
Their feelings towards Xu Qian couldn't be described as mere fear; it was dread.
Now that Xu Qian had the leader's protection, they wouldn't dare to act even if they wanted to.
Song Xiaoping took Xu Qian on a tour of the new base, introducing it as they walked, "This is the experimental area, the experimental live subject area..."
The people behind them broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this.
Leader, are you not afraid she'll blow up the base by explaining it so clearly?
Xu Qian leaned against his arm, indifferently humming in response.
The system hadn't instructed her to blow up this base, and she had no interest in offending Song Xiaoping.
This new base, adapted from a supermarket, was not large, but it was quite crowded.
Most of the research focused on strange mutants, with very few mutated plants and animals.
Thinking of this, Xu Qian blurted out her question.
"You always like to research these strange and difficult-to-deal-with things."
Song Xiaoping's lips curved, and he smiled, "If we don't do research, how can we deal with you?"
Xu Qian: ...
So, those strange things were meant to deal with her.
Everyone listened, speechless. Much of their current research was indeed targeted at Xu Qian, but not at her personally.
Because Xu Qian was very strong, they used her as a benchmark to set opponents for the mutants.
Once the research was successful, the mutants would be practically invincible outside.
"Here, this is the new generation mutant. Want to go in and have a fight?"
Xu Qian raised her eyes at the words. Standing in a large glass cabinet was a female robot, with everything exposed, clearly an unfinished product.
She directly refused, "No, it'll get my clothes dirty."
This red robe was custom-made based on Song Xiaoping's black robe, using similar materials. It was light and comfortable.
Besides, she had no interest in performing for others.
"Qian, go on."
Xu Qian blinked, stood up straight, no longer leaning on him.
The man narrowed his eyes at her, a hint of threat in them, implying that she had to go even if she didn't want to.
This was Song Xiaoping; when he doted on you, he truly doted, and when he used you, he truly used you.
Xu Qian turned and walked away. She wouldn't indulge his bad temper.
Even if she had to go, he would have to beg her.
"Xu Qian!"
Song Xiaoping's face darkened, yet he still had to chase after her pleadingly.
He quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her from leaving.
Everyone turned their heads in unison, not daring to watch.
"If you don't want to go, then don't. No one is forcing you."
Xu Qian crossed her arms and said coldly, "Your look just now meant that I had to go whether I wanted to or not."
Song Xiaoping pressed his throbbing temples. He genuinely wanted Xu Qian to contribute to the research.
He was accustomed to giving orders and had momentarily lost control.
"I'll collect all the red dresses in District A for you to choose from. Qian, could you help me with this favor?"