C94 So What If It Hurts

Hsiao Hee's heart throbbed inexplicably when he saw Yaolyi take off her bra.

But at the moment, this fiery passion and surging emotion had suddenly disappeared into nothingness.

At first, his entire being seemed to have stepped into a vacuum, giving off the impression that he was falling into a ravine at a high speed.

The old dark red stitches on the wound, the round indentation left by the bullet after it was removed, the minute or deep indentations...

The most terrifying part was a wound that had been cut off diagonally from the shoulder blade.

The wound was long and deep, almost to the waist.

The scar was still black and red, not completely scarred. It seemed like he had been injured within a year.

Just by looking at this scar, Hsiao Hee could feel the danger and intensity of the battle.

What kind of person would do this to such a young and beautiful girl?

The wound on Yaolyi's back was not as gruesome as the one on the Dragon King.

However, when these wounds appeared on the body of a 20 year old young girl, it was even more shocking.

"Can it be cured?"

Yaolyi asked tentatively when she saw Hsiao Hee falling into silence again.

Women who came from special forces were relatively indifferent to the concept of gender.

In a battle of life or death, a comrade was the most reliable companion.

Back to back protection or using the body as a cover, all of them had to be tightly pressed together.

And these were not emotions, not desires.

However, when Yaolyi stood in front of Hsiao Hee, she still felt a little unnatural.

When she saw Hsiao Hee remain silent for a long time, she thought he was shocked by her wound.

Hsiao Hee didn't answer her question. Instead, he reached out a finger to gently touch the scar on her back. A trace of pity appeared on his calm face.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"It doesn't hurt." Yaolyi answered subconsciously, but her body trembled slightly.

Logically speaking, she should have cut off Hsiao Hee's finger with one slash!

[This bastard actually dares to take advantage of me at this moment. He actually dares to touch me!]

However, she actually didn't think of such a thing in her mind, not even a single thought.

Yaolyi's face darkened as she sighed and replied, "It hurts, but I cut off one of his arms."

It was not a corpse puppet, as the King Kong was indestructible. If the saber cut into flesh, the bullet would be nailed into the gap between the bones. How could he not feel pain?

But so what if it hurt?

They walked through the jungle in thick special uniforms, jumping into the gutter that almost drowned their mouths, choking, eating unbearably hard biscuits and compressed beef as hard as stone.

They were soldiers, and they were fighting to protect this land that was home to countless of their people.

Their superiors told them the soldiers were bleeding and crying.

Yaolyi was a soldier among all the soldiers. Her will was: As long as she was still alive, she had to get up and fight.

So what if it hurts?

She was an orphan, brought up by the Dragon King from a battle.

No friends, just comrades.

She could not look for her comrades to complain when she had a rash because of the harsh environment, saying that her skin was getting worse and worse and her face was full of pimples. What should she do?

She could not run back and cry into her mother's arms after she was shot or cut, saying she would never go, not ever.

She couldn't even!

These were all hopes from the past. At this moment, Yaolyi was like a lonely wolf, either living in the midst of eating meat or dying on the way to snatch it.

This was the reason why Yaolyi subconsciously said that it didn't hurt, but then changed it to pain instead.

The pain was painful, but she was numb.

Or perhaps it could be said that he was already used to it.

Hsiao Hee's heart felt like it was pressed down by a huge rock. It was heavy and very uncomfortable.

After returning to Earth, it was unknown since when he had gradually assimilated into the environment around him. He was moved by a small matter, moved by a single person.

When he was still an Immortal Emperor, he never dared to think about such things.

If a person had feelings and knew about them, then there was bound to be a mistake.

This was something he had believed in for many years, and now it was slowly melting away.

"Don't worry, leave it to me. It will be fine."

Hsiao Hee sighed and pointed at the sofa over there. "Go over there and lie down on your back."

Yaolyi looked at Hsiao Hee in confusion and then laid obediently on the sofa.

Hsiao Hee bent down and untied the strip of cloth on her body, then slowly took it off.

"What are you doing!?"

Yaolyi felt the movement of Hsiao Hee's hand and instantly sat up in alert. However, a big hand pressed on her shoulder, pushing her back onto the sofa.

"If you don't want me to see your body, then just lie still."

Hsiao Hee's eyes were shining brightly, with a different seriousness in his eyes, "Don't resist, clench your teeth and hold on for a bit."

Qin Luo soaked the cotton in alcohol, wiping Yaolyi's smooth back to disinfect her.

He then disinfected the dagger he used just now and ignited the alcohol lamp again, carefully opening up Yaolyi's scar that was already covered in nightshade.

"You can be strong in front of others, but in front of me, you can be a little weaker."

Hsiao Hee reminded him in good faith, "If you feel pain, then shout it out."

From a certain point of view, shouting is a release of pain, relieving the burden on the heart and brain and reducing the risk of qi and blood being reversed.

This is also why when many people break up, the mood of crying will be much better.

No anesthesia, no hypnosis.

Even if this level of cutting could be endured, the scorching pain of rotting and dispersing would soon be unbearable.

"Why should I be weak in front of you?"

Yaolyi said in a low voice as she covered her head with the sofa, trying her best to carry the pain from her back.

"In a sense."

Hsiao Hee said with a smile, "Now, I'm your brother."

Yaolyi was silent. Her tense body seemed to relax for a moment, and then she remained silent for a long time.

From start to finish, she did not utter a single sound.

However, where she was buried, there were traces of her being deeply wet. She didn't know if it was her sweat from the pain or tears from being moved.

Hsiao Hee started cutting, applying medicine, and retracting the knife. He repeated this a dozen times before finally smearing all the scars on Yaolyi's body into powder.

Finally, Hsiao Hee looked at the cloth that Yaolyi used to wrap her chest on the tea table, picked it up and threw it into the trash can.

"What are you doing?"

Yaolyi's voice sounded as if she was choked with sobs. She turned her head around and tried to get up, but found that there was nothing left on her body. She immediately pulled back her head.

Hsiao Hee glanced at her and did not continue to tease her. Instead, his gaze fell on Yaolyi's back.

"The wound has just been treated with medicine, so it's not appropriate to tighten it."

"But …"

Yaolyi hesitated in her heart. If she did not wrap herself in her clothes, she would not be able to wear them at all.

"Then hold it at home for three days. At most, three days is enough for normal activities."

Hsiao Hee seemed to see her hesitation at first glance. As he said this, he started to pack up his stuff.

"Don't move." Before he left, Hsiao Hee turned around and reminded him.

Yaolyi, bare-chested, could only nod repeatedly as she watched Hsiao Hee leave. A faint redness flashed across her white face. It was not obvious, but it was very pleasing.