The gentle ointment forms a thin layer on the skin, colorless and odorless, but unusually cool and smooth. Xia Xue used a pillow to support herself, her arched body accentuating her surprising curves. Xiao Lin’s fingers, as if playing the piano, meticulously and evenly applied the ointment over the previous wounds again and again.
He hadn’t spoken a word all night. Lian still lay in the hospital, and under Xiao Lin’s insistence, she had no choice but to continue the so-called hospital observation, even though her injuries were just a bullet passing through her arm and shoulder. Such wounds were usually dealt with by simply removing the bullet and bandaging up, yet he made a fuss over it. This tension left both women feeling helpless, unable to refuse him.
The ointment contained special ingredients, a souvenir Xiao Lin brought back after doing a round at the Dragon Soul Laboratory. Just as the old man said, Lao Long no longer interfered with Lian’s affairs, and those old men seemed to be in a state of laissez-faire observation. Is this the privilege under the transaction? Xiao Lin couldn’t help but emit a faint sneer.
"What’s wrong?" Xia Xue turned her head, noticing the changes in the man behind her. She worriedly watched Xiao Lin, as he remained in this state recently—aloof and heavy.
She wanted to share some burden, yet after the last shooting, Xia Xue realized she was just someone spoiled and protected, unable to stand by his side like Lian. This realization troubled her, or perhaps she feared that if the day came when she became a hindrance or when love became a thing of the past, would she be abandoned? Thinking of this, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Xiao Lin’s still indifferent face.
"Nothing! Just lie down; it’ll be done soon!" Xiao Lin forced a comforting smile, patting her head with his other hand.
"You’re lying to me!" Xia Xue stubbornly sat up, the silk straps of her nightgown slipping down her shoulders due to her movement, her long hair falling on her chest: "Don’t lie to me, are you doing something dangerous outside?" As she hooked Xiao Lin’s chin, Xia Xue straddled his thigh, forcing him to sit further back onto the bed to ensure they wouldn’t fall off due to the narrow space occupied by their seats.
"When have I not done dangerous things?" Xiao Lin playfully leaned his nose towards Xia Xue, loving the natural and fresh fragrance she carried.
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Women all love beauty, and someone like Xia Xue fights to the end for it as a lifelong pursuit: "I scar!" Xia Xue stared back at Xiao Lin with her bright eyes. She truly wanted to keep this scar because it meant the world to her: "It’s my trophy." Seeing Xia Xue’s proud expression, Xiao Lin felt his heart warmed once again.
"I’m sorry!" His forehead touched hers, repeating the guilt in his heart: "Trust me, their good days are numbered."
"You are doing these things?" Xia Xue smiled faintly, knowing the man loved her: "Silly, the biggest gift for me is you accompanying me safely and peacefully."