C17 Hunting Crisis(4)

Inside the cave was a small room. He sat at the table and took off his bloody shirt, leaving only his pants on. Under the dim candlelight, Hua Xiangrong saw the man's naked back for the first time.

Lee Mingde's back was very solid. Under the cold light, his muscles were tight and his thin tendons were trembling slightly.

Seeing her turn around, the man did not have any extra expression. He only said lightly, "Miss Hua, we have to return before sunset."

Although she could not see his face clearly under the mask, Hua Xiangrong knew that the corner of his mouth must have a mocking smile.

She came up to him, and as she did, she could see the scars on his back, the red flesh, the three seven-inch cuts, like claw marks, but she knew they were from the bear's paw.

"Does it hurt?"

Lee Mingde looked at her indifferently, "Miss Hua, I don't need you to repay me for saving my life. You can help me stitch up my wound, right? I can't reach it from behind."

"But I can't."

Hua Xiangrong said helplessly, Lee Mingde said indifferently, "It's fine, once unfamiliar, twice familiar. I'm not afraid of pain, as long as you don't take the opportunity to kill me."

It was impossible to take the opportunity to kill him. Hua Xiangrong was not the kind of person to take advantage of others. Lee Mingde had saved her time and time again, so she would not repay his kindness with enmity.

A dim oil lamp was lit on the table, and as she watched Lee Mingde skillfully skewer the lamb intestine with a needle, she couldn't help but ask, "When you were in the army, did you often stitch wounds?"

He didn't answer her question, and the needle burned quickly on the lamp. "Not exactly."

Hua Xiangrong still wanted to say something, but he handed her a bowl of wine, interrupting her thoughts, "First use the wine to clean my wound, then sew it up. Three wounds, take care of the stitches yourself."

Hua Xiangrong took the needle and reached out to touch his shoulder. It was hot and as smooth as a woman's skin. She thought to herself that Lee Mingde might have been born wrongly like her. It was clearly a woman's skin, but it was a man's.

If, if she was a man, how good would that be?

He was injured, yet she still let him carry her on his back. Thinking about this, Hua Xiangrong felt even more guilty, but at the same time, she comforted herself contradictingly. She was a girl, he should give in to her.

Hua Xiangrong reached out and touched his muscles, and in that instant, his muscles trembled violently. She dipped a piece of cotton cloth in the wine and lightly touched the upturned flesh. His muscles suddenly tightened, but his breathing was still smooth.

She took the opportunity to glance at his chest. There were faint scars from his chest to his arms.

Hua Xiangrong's heart ached for him. No wonder he had to wear a mask. Maybe the face under the mask had already been disfigured, so he had to cover his ugly appearance.

It was not easy to be a prince of Loulan either. Look at this Lee Mingde. Although this South Vanquisher looked favored, once he took off his outer clothes, his arms were tight and full of scars. It seemed that he had been working hard for a long time.

Hua Xiangrong gently wiped it with a cup of wine. The candlelight was a little dim, so she couldn't see very clearly, but she was still very careful.

He looked at the girl's serious face through the bronze mirror on the table. Although she didn't know how to sew, she was still very serious.