great-warnovel Chapter 109 Third Brother put his hand on her: Sister-in-law, it hurts here, I need to blow on it to
Chapter 109 Third Brother put his hand on her: Sister-in-law, it hurts here, I need to blow on it to
Yesterday's farce, titled "Bestowing a Name," has had an outrageously long-lasting impact.
Qin Feng, the fifth brother, with the ink-stained "dog tag" (ink marks on his collarbone) still wet from being washed off, looked like a black peacock with its tail feathers spread, strutting around the yard.
This sudden movement completely disrupted Qin Meng's composure.
The sun was scorching.
Dust billowed in the quarry, and the clanging of metal echoed through the air.
"drink--!!!"
A loud shout.
Qin Meng was shirtless, his bronze muscles bulging like rocks, covered in a layer of oily sweat that gleamed wildly in the sunlight.
He was wielding a massive iron hammer weighing over 100 pounds.
boom--!
One blow.
A piece of bluestone, as big as a millstone, shattered into pieces in an instant.
"Third Master is mighty!"
The barbarian workers nearby shrank back in fear. What was wrong with Master Qin today? Did he have a grudge against the stone?
Qin Meng ignored them.
He was panting heavily, his chest heaving, his large, round eyes fixed on the petite figure distributing herbal tea to the workers not far away.
sister in law.
She was smiling.
She just wiped the sweat off that skinny monkey with number 066!
Even though it was covered by a handkerchief, it was still wiped!
Qin Meng's jealousy shattered into pieces, the sourness rising straight to the top of his head.
Why?
The fifth kid has "Ink Marks," and Ah Zhong, that big oaf, has "Silver Medals."
Am I the only one without one?
I did the most work, I was the strongest, and I was the main force in moving bricks!
"Click."
Qin Meng actually managed to squeeze a finger imprint into the handle of the iron hammer in his hand.
But he was clumsy with words, unlike the fourth brother who was cunning, or the fifth brother who was good at charming others. He could only brood in a corner like a clumsy bear, causing himself internal injuries.
……
Just then.
"ah--!"
A scream shattered the noise of the construction site.
problem occurs.
Because of the tight schedule, a young barbarian (number 088) slipped while carrying rubble.
The sharp shard of bluestone sliced down his arm.
Shila-
Blood gushed out instantly, staining the gray work clothes sleeves red.
"Don't move! Don't move!"
Su Wan was nearby, and upon hearing the commotion, she immediately dropped the bucket of herbal tea and rushed over.
Although she is frail, she has learned some first aid skills from Qin An (the seventh brother) these past few days.
"Quick! Press above the wound!"
While giving instructions, Su Wan took out a delicate little iron box from her small handbag (which was actually the warehouse of the connecting system).
turn on.
Inside were several pink bandages printed with cartoon bear patterns – [Strong Healing Bandages].
This is a cutting-edge technology from the system; it stops bleeding and promotes tissue regeneration, so it won't hurt when applied and can also prevent infection.
"Bear with it, it might hurt a little."
Su Wan tore open the packaging paper, revealing the adhesive tape inside that had a faint medicinal scent.
She bent down, her fair, delicate fingers pinching a band-aid, about to apply it to the barbarian's bloodied arm.
The barbarian lad (088) blushed so deeply it was almost bleeding.
He couldn't feel any pain.
He could only smell the pleasant fragrance of cold plum blossoms emanating from his mistress, and he could only see the fairy's hands getting closer and closer to him.
If only I could be touched by these hands...
It's worth it even if my arm is ruined!
however.
Just as Su Wan's finger was less than an inch away from the wound.
boom--!
The earth seemed to tremble.
A huge, dark shadow, carrying a wave of heat and the stench of sweat, crashed into the crowd like a moving mountain.
"Get out of my way!"
A large, fan-like hand grabbed the injured barbarian by the back of his collar.
Like picking up a chick, he casually tossed it behind him.
puff.
That unlucky number 088 was thrown three meters away, injured, and landed in the sand (although he fell far, Qin Meng controlled the force so that his bones were not broken).
"Third...Third Brother?"
Su Wan was startled by this sudden turn of events. She was still clutching the pink band-aid in her hand and looked up blankly.
Within sight.
It was Qin Meng's enlarged face, which seemed to scream "I'm not happy."
He was covered in sweat, his muscles were so taut they looked like they were about to explode, and his masculine aura was so strong it was almost suffocating.
"sister in law!"
Qin Meng was panting heavily, his eyes wide open, staring intently at the band-aid in Su Wan's hand.
What are you doing?
Su Wan blinked: "He's injured and bleeding, so I'm putting this on him..."
"That little injury is nothing!"
Qin Meng interrupted her gruffly, his face full of disdain:
"Is that a man? Howling over a little scrape? The men of the Qin family won't even utter a sound even if they break a bone!"
As he spoke, he took a step forward with an extremely domineering air.
This forced Su Wan back onto the pile of timber.
"Third Brother, stop fooling around, the blood is flowing..."
"I'm injured too!"
Qin Meng suddenly let out a howl, his voice surprisingly carrying a hint of grievance.
"You're injured too?" Su Wan was startled and quickly looked him up and down. "Where are you hurt? Let me see! Were you hit by a rock?"
You have to understand, Qin Meng is the pillar of his family. If he gets injured, it will be a big deal.
Seeing Su Wan so nervous, Qin Meng felt half of his sourness dissipate instantly, replaced by a sense of triumphant smugness.
"here."
He stretched out his right hand, which was covered in calluses and was even bigger than Su Wan's face.
He held it up to Su Wan in an extremely affected and trembling manner.
"pain."
"It hurts so much!"
"Sister-in-law, please save me, or my hand will be ruined."
Su Wan looked closely.
All that could be seen was the pad of that thick index finger.
There is a...
If you don't look at it with a magnifying glass, it's almost completely healed...
Barbs.
It's just a small, peeling piece of dead skin.
Not a single drop of blood was shed.
Su Wan: "..."
The entire barbarian horde: "..."
Number 088, who was still bleeding: "..."
Is this what you call an injury?
Is this what they call ruining your hand?
Third Master Qin, have you no shame?!
Su Wan laughed in exasperation.
She reached out and slapped his hard, iron-like arm: "Qin Laosan! How old are you? You threw someone out over a barb?"
"I don't care!"
Qin Meng resorted to shameless tactics.
Instead of withdrawing his hand, he grabbed Su Wan's hand and forcibly inserted his fingers into her palm.
His hands are too rough.
The calluses on her palms felt like sandpaper, making Su Wan's hands itch.
"Sister-in-law, look!"
Qin Meng shoved that finger right in front of Su Wan's eyes, looking completely self-righteous:
"Don't you understand that the ten fingers are connected to the heart? This hangnail may be small, but it... it's connected to my heart!"
"When it hurts, my heart aches."
"When my heart aches, I can't work."
"If you can't do the work, you can't fix the road..."
He spoke this set of fallacies and heresies so fluently (he clearly learned it from Lao Si).
Su Wan was so angry with him that she had no temper left, but she also felt that this silly bear's act of being cute had a strange and adorable contrast.
"Alright, alright, our ten fingers are connected to our hearts."
Su Wan sighed helplessly and pinched his rough finger:
"So what do you want to do? Should I pull it out for you?"
"Don't!"
Qin Meng shuddered, his eyes instantly becoming wet, like a golden retriever begging for a pat:
"It will hurt even more if it's pulled out."
"sister in law……"
He suddenly lowered his head, his sweat-covered face getting close to Su Wan.
The distance between the two instantly closed.
Su Wan was so close that she could see the bluish stubble on his chin and smell the hot breath he was exhaling.
"Blow on it for me."
Qin Meng's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice becoming deep and resonant, carrying a desire to crush someone:
"When I was little, my mom said that blowing on it would make the pain go away."
Su Wan's face flushed: "So many people are watching..."
"What are you looking at? Anyone who dares to look at me will have their eyes gouged out!"
Qin Meng turned around and glared at him fiercely.
The group of barbarians who were watching the show immediately turned around in unison, looked up, and gazed at the sky.
"Look, nobody's watching."
Qin Meng turned around, his expression instantly changing, his eyes practically dripping with honey:
"Sister-in-law, blow on it quickly...it really hurts."
Su Wan was driven to desperation by his nagging.
She had no choice but to hold that huge hand and bring it close to her lips.
call--
I blew a gentle breath.
The warm air, carrying the unique sweetness of her breath, brushed against the tiny, insignificant hangnail on Qin Meng's fingertips.
boom--!
Qin Meng felt his entire arm go numb.
That tingling sensation traveled from my fingertips, sparkling and flashing, into my heart, finally settling in my lower abdomen.
That was so... so fucking awesome!
This is even more intoxicating than drinking two catties of strong liquor!
"Does it still hurt?" Su Wan raised her head, her watery eyes looking at him.
"pain……"
Qin Meng's eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse.
He suddenly turned around and grabbed Su Wan's wrist.
Then, she snatched the pink band-aid with a bear on it from her hand, which was originally intended for No. 088.
"this."
"I want this one."
"Sister-in-law, please put it on for me."
Su Wan was both amused and exasperated: "You're stealing this too? There are teddy bears on it, is that something a macho man like you would put on?"
"I want the teddy bear!"
Qin Meng was as stubborn as a three-year-old child (the kind that weighs 300 pounds):
"Old Five has the letter, Ah Zhong has the tag, I want this little bear!"
"It had to be my sister-in-law who put it on by hand!"
"Will you put it on or not? If you don't, I'm lying here all day!"
Seeing this behemoth ready to throw a tantrum at any moment, Su Wan was completely at a loss.
"Sticky, sticky, sticky, I'm scared of you."
Su Wan tore off the tape.
She held Qin Meng's thick finger and carefully wrapped the pink band-aid around the almost invisible barb.
The scene at that moment was extremely impactful.
A large, black hand covered in scars, with bulging veins, capable of crushing rocks.
On her fingertip, however, was a pink, soft, and cute cartoon band-aid.
This extreme contrast, instead of appearing comical, exudes a... eerie eroticism.
That is proof that wild beasts have been tamed.
"alright."
Su Wan patted the back of his hand: "Does it still hurt?"
Qin Meng stared at the little bear on his finger, grinning like a fool.
He doesn't speak.
But he did something that made Su Wan's heart race.
He raised that finger and put it to his lips.
On the pink band-aid, on the bear pattern, on the spot where Su Wan's fingertips had just touched...
boo.
He gave me a big kiss.
Even if it was his own hand.
But what he cherished was the warmth she left behind.
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Qin Meng lowered his hand, his eyes fixed intently on Su Wan, the flames burning within them seeming to melt her:
"My sister-in-law is medicine."
"As long as my sister-in-law touches me, I don't feel any pain anywhere."
"If only you would let me hug you..." Qin Meng pressed his advantage, moving closer, "I could flatten this mountain!"
Su Wan's face flushed red, and she pushed him away, running off: "Get to work! If you don't finish today's tasks, there won't be any chicken legs for dinner!"
Watching Su Wan's retreating figure.
Qin Meng did not give chase.
He stood there, looking at the pink bear on his finger, and chuckled to himself.
Then he suddenly turned around, raised his hand, and waved it at all the barbarian workers in the room as if to show off.
"Did you see that?!"
"This was given to me by my sister-in-law!"
"Pink! With pictures! This is... what was that again? Is that a little tiger?"
"Only I have it! You bunch of bachelors, just be envious!"
……
And in the sand pile not far away.
That unlucky number 088 finally got back up.
He clutched his still-bleeding arm, looking at Qin Sanye's smug expression, and then glanced at the other unopened bandage that Su Wan had just dropped on the ground.
He scrambled over there.
He picked up the band-aid.
He couldn't bear to use it.
Although his arm was in excruciating pain, he felt that this thing was sacred.
This was a divine object that almost stuck to him!
Number 088 carefully wiped the band-aid clean and then solemnly stuck it on his chest (on his clothes).
"This is a talisman."
He muttered to himself, his eyes burning with fervor:
"This is a sacred relic that the goddess almost bestowed upon me... With it, I am invulnerable to swords and spears!"
The surrounding barbarians looked at him with envy in their eyes.
"Dude, name your price? I'll trade you two meals of braised pork!"
"Get out! This is my life! I won't trade!"
……