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Han Ruobing was struck by the belt buckle of the short, fat Japanese thug, leaving a bloodied wound right between her abundant and soft curves—a terribly ambiguous position—but she didn’t stop Yan Xiaobao.
If Yan Xiaobao hadn’t rushed to her rescue in time, she might’ve already been shot in that spot by the thug’s gun... Compared to that, letting Yan Xiaobao see her in her underwear didn’t seem like too big of a deal...
The blood around the wound had already started to coagulate, but when Yan Xiaobao lifted her torn uniform, Han Ruobing didn’t feel any pain. She couldn’t fathom what methods he was using.
As her light blue uniform blouse was gently peeled away, underneath it was an extraordinary sight, covered only by a white bra, displayed directly before Yan Xiaobao.
Yet, Han Ruobing didn’t see even a hint of lewdness or lust in his gaze. All she saw was an immense tenderness and heartache in his eyes.
Amid the snowy beauty of her flawless skin, a whip mark—about an inch wide and three inches long—lay glaringly across the center, the flesh torn open, a horrifying sight.
"Don’t worry, Bingbing. It doesn’t hurt at all right now, and I promise that when it’s healed, there won’t be even the tiniest scar." Yan Xiaobao said, suddenly lowering his head and leaning in with his mouth to suck on the wound...
"You..." Han Ruobing felt the soft, warm sensation of his lips pressing against her chest. She had no time to protest before she sensed a wave of warm breath gently brushing across her injury.
This guy... Is he licking my wound? Does he think he’s some kind of dog?
However, Yan Xiaobao’s lips didn’t stray towards the snowy peaks on either side, nor did he take advantage of the situation. A warm, tingling sensation spread from the wound, and miraculously, it didn’t hurt at all—it even felt rather pleasant... Han Ruobing decided to let him continue his "reckless behavior" without interference.
For twenty-five years, her snow-white peaks and untamed valleys had never been revealed to anyone before. Now, Yan Xiaobao had plunged headfirst into them, stirring up a peculiar mix of emotions in Han Ruobing. She began to feel a little flustered, a little regretful.
Am I letting the wolf into my home?
This little scoundrel has finally broken through my stringent defenses. He definitely won’t miss this golden opportunity to take full advantage, no doubt about it.
What if he doesn’t stop... what do I do?
Having just survived a life-threatening ordeal, Han Ruobing’s emotional barriers were weaker than ever. If Yan Xiaobao pressed on aggressively, it’s entirely possible she’d crumble right then and there...
But to Han Ruobing’s surprise, Yan Xiaobao didn’t linger in her breathtaking valleys for long. After only two or three minutes, he raised his head with an impish grin, bragging, "Bingbing, you’re all healed!"
Han Ruobing glanced down and discovered that the horrifying wound where her flesh had been torn was now completely healed, leaving only a faint red line. It didn’t remotely resemble the state of a former injury.
"That fast?" Han Ruobing asked incredulously, gently running her fingers across the area where the wound had been. She couldn’t feel even a hint of pain.
"Of course! Come on now, I used my own lips to heal you. How could it not work quickly?" Yan Xiaobao replied smugly. Then, as if just now noticing the mesmerizing scenery in front of her chest, he chuckled wickedly, "Bingbing, you’re so beautiful..."
Seeing Yan Xiaobao return to his usual perverted demeanor, Han Ruobing’s cheeks flushed red. She hurriedly grabbed a thin blanket to cover herself.
"Bingbing..." Yan Xiaobao pouted, whining, "I just used so much of my energy to heal you so quickly! Let me admire you a bit longer, please..."
"Haven’t you seen enough already?" Han Ruobing teased coquettishly. "No more looking!"
In this moment, Han Ruobing inadvertently revealed a delicate and girlish side to herself. If the people at the Patrol Office saw this, their jaws would undoubtedly drop in disbelief.
The renowned Cold Ice Goddess Constable... melting like an ice sculpture to reveal a hint of spring bloom?
"It’s fine. You’ll let me watch again tomorrow anyway." Yan Xiaobao laughed proudly. "The wound may be healed, but removing the scar entirely will take more time. It’ll require at least three more rounds of my expert, hands-on treatment. Heh heh heh!"
"Keep dreaming!" Han Ruobing retorted playfully. "As a Patrol Constable, what’s so strange about scars? Scars are badges of honor for us! Besides, it’s not like anyone can see the scar since it’s... there. Why should I care? I won’t let you treat it again!"
"What?" Yan Xiaobao panicked. "That’s unacceptable! Bingbing, you’re so beautiful—how could you let a scar stay on your body? No way! Fine, if you won’t let me look, then I’ll just treat it blindfolded!"
Just then, Yan Xiaobao’s phone rang.
Initially displeased by the interruption, Yan Xiaobao’s mood immediately shifted to joy when he saw it was Su Xiaowan calling. He eagerly answered, reporting, "Xiao Wan, I’m at Bingbing’s house. She got hurt, so I’m healing her right now."
"Oh, then take good care of Bingbing. I’ll call you again tomorrow." Su Xiaowan said understandingly, before hanging up.
Initially, Han Ruobing felt an inexplicable discomfort in her heart when she heard Su Xiaowan’s name. But when Yan Xiaobao prioritized her healing above anyone else, a subtle yet undeniable sense of joy bubbled up within her.
"I’m going to take a shower." Han Ruobing rose from the bed and grabbed her change of clothes and nightgown, heading to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom.
"I want to shower too! Bingbing, let’s shower together!" Yan Xiaobao said, trailing behind shamelessly.
"Get lost! Go shower in the guest bathroom." Without looking back, Han Ruobing stepped into the bathroom and locked the door behind her.
Yan Xiaobao was shut out, but he wasn’t perturbed in the slightest. After all, he’d soon get to see Han Ruobing dressed in her nightgown.
Having narrowly survived such a danger, Han Ruobing was physically and emotionally exhausted. After showering, her body felt weak, her energy drained to the point she didn’t even have the strength to kick Yan Xiaobao out.
Moreover, at this very moment, Han Ruobing deeply yearned for a safe and warm embrace. Right now, Yan Xiaobao felt like the embodiment of security and comfort to her.
And so, when Yan Xiaobao held her again as they lay down to sleep, Han Ruobing found herself without a shred of resistance.
Yan Xiaobao internally rejoiced. Although the design of Han Ruobing’s silk nightgown was conservative, it felt incredible against his hands.
For now, he could only hold her by the shoulders, caress her arms, and avoid crossing into forbidden zones. But even this was enviable beyond measure.
Besides, Yan Xiaobao was confident that it wouldn’t be long before Han Ruobing officially became his Bingbing.
When that time comes, he’d make sure to buy her several stunning nightgowns for her to wear just for him!
With such blissful thoughts in mind, Yan Xiaobao gently stroked Han Ruobing’s hair and soon lulled her into peaceful slumber.
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