great-warnovel Chapter 45 The scissors slid across the scalding muscle. Old 3: Sister-in-law, blow on it and it won
Chapter 45 The scissors slid across the scalding muscle. Old 3: Sister-in-law, blow on it and it won
The main hall was brightly lit.
The underground heating was burning brightly, making the house warm and cozy, a world apart from the freezing cold outside.
"Don't move! Sit still!"
With a sharp shout, Su Wan pressed the towering Qin Meng down onto the unusually small armchair.
Qin Meng was shirtless, his bronze-colored muscles covered in sweat and dried blood, looking like a demon god who had just returned from a battlefield of carnage.
Only the wound on his left arm was truly horrifying. The wolf's claws were ruthless, tearing through flesh and skin; his sleeve was already soaked in blood, which dried and clung tightly to the torn flesh.
"Ouch..." Qin Meng tried to move, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to wince in pain. His憨厚 (honest and simple) face scrunched up like a bun: "Sister-in-law, it's...it's nothing! I'm tough, a little wine will do the trick!"
"What are you rinsing for! Do you want to ruin yourself?" Su Wan glared at him, then turned around and pulled out a shiny pair of scissors from the medicine box.
At this moment, the other brothers also gathered around.
The seventh brother, Qin An, held the freshly prepared medicine in his hand, the second brother, Qin Mo, carried hot water, while the eldest brother, Qin Lie, stood to the side with his arms crossed, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes fixed on the wound like knives, as if he wished he could suffer this pain in place of the third brother.
"It's stuck." Su Wan's heart trembled as she looked at the fabric that had grown fused with flesh and blood. This was like peeling off a layer of skin.
She took a deep breath and brought the scissors closer.
"Third Brother, bear with it." Su Wan bent down slightly.
To see the wound clearly, she had to get very close. The heat, a mixture of blood, sweat, and male hormones, hit her instantly, making her cheeks flush slightly.
"Snip." The cold scissors carefully probed along the lower edge of Qin Meng's forearm, which was thicker than her thigh.
An extreme collision of cold and heat.
The cold metal slid slowly against the scalding, taut skin. This sensation was more unbearable than pain.
Qin Meng's muscles suddenly contracted!
Those hard, iron-like muscle groups throbbed uncontrollably under the light, as if some ferocious beast was about to burst out of the ground.
"Hmm..." A suppressed groan escaped his throat. Not from pain. It was because his sister-in-law was too close.
She lowered her head, a few strands of hair falling down and brushing against his bare chest.
The itch was so deep it tingled to the bone. Each vibration of the scissors as they opened and closed traveled up my arm to my heart. Thump, thump, thump!
Qin Meng gripped the armrest of the chair tightly, and with a "crack," he actually squeezed the armrest so hard that it cracked several times!
He dared not breathe, afraid that his breath would hit his sister-in-law's face. He could only stare intently at Su Wan's fingertips holding the scissors with his bull-like eyes.
What beautiful hands they were! Fair and delicate. Yet now they were stained with his blood.
This intense visual impact caused the "reason" string in Qin Meng's mind to be stretched taut.
"Okay... one last cut." A fine layer of sweat appeared on Su Wan's forehead. With the final "snip," the entire sleeve was cut open.
"Rip—" She hardened her heart and ripped off the piece of blood-stained cloth that was stuck to her skin!
"Ugh!" Qin Meng's forehead veins bulged with pain, and cold sweat instantly poured down his face, but he didn't utter a sound. His chest heaved violently, like a bellows being pulled so hard it was about to stop breathing.
"It's bleeding... Quick! Stop the bleeding!" Su Wan's eyes instantly reddened as she looked at the blood-soaked wound.
She didn't mind the dirt; she used the handkerchief soaked in the spiritual spring water to gently wipe away the blood and grime around the wound.
My fingertip accidentally brushed against the intact skin at the edge of the wound. Soft. Smooth. Cool.
Qin Meng felt half of his body go numb. It really hurt, but it also felt incredibly good.
His sister-in-law was touching him... even though it was to treat his injury, she was still touching him!
"The medicine is here." Qin An, the seventh brother, handed over the [Top-Grade Hemostatic and Muscle-Regenerating Powder] (system reward).
Su Wan took the medicine bottle and sprinkled the white powder evenly on the wound.
The medicine is extremely effective, but the piercing stinging sensation the moment it's applied is no joke.
"Hiss—ha—!" Qin Meng finally couldn't help but gasp, his whole body trembling.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Su Wan looked at his lips, which were pale with pain, and felt heartbroken. She subconsciously leaned closer to the wound and pouted her rosy lips.
"call--"
A cool breeze carrying the scent of orchids gently caressed the burning, stinging wound.
Qin Meng froze instantly.
He was stunned, frozen in his chair, too afraid to move.
The airflow was cool and soft, like a feather gently brushing against his restless heart.
He could see Su Wan's pretty face so close to his eyes, her slightly puffed cheeks, and her eyes misty with heartache.
Boom! Qin Meng felt like his skull was about to explode.
This isn't healing; this is clearly trying to kill him!
"Whew—Whew—Does it still hurt?" Su Wan blew on it several times before raising her head and blinking her big eyes as she asked him.
Qin Meng looked at her, his mind completely blank, he had no idea whether it hurt or not.
He grinned widely, revealing an extremely silly, yet somewhat obsessive smile: "Hehe..." "It doesn't hurt anymore." "Sister-in-law, blow on it...it really doesn't hurt at all anymore."
"Sister-in-law... could you blow on it a couple more times? I feel... it still hurts a little here."
As he spoke, this shameless fool actually stretched out his good right arm as well!
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"Qin Laosan." A sinister voice came from the side.
The eldest brother, Qin Lie, held a cloth for wiping knives in his hand, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
The second brother, Qin Mo, pushed up his glasses, a cold glint flashing on the lenses. The twins twirled daggers in their hands, their eyes filled with hostility.
Even the seventh brother silently took out a silver needle.
"Is your hand broken, or is your brain damaged?" Qin Lie walked over, pulled Su Wan behind him, and stared at Qin Meng with the look of someone looking at a dead person: "Since it doesn't hurt anymore, then go take a shower."
"You smell of blood all over you, don't let it bother Jiao Jiao."
Qin Meng shrank his neck, feeling a little scared, but secretly he was incredibly pleased. It was worth it! That claw attack was totally worth it! My sister-in-law blew on my wound! I can brag about this for the rest of my life!
"Alright, alright, stop standing there." Seeing that the group of men were about to explode again, Su Wan quickly smoothed things over: "Everyone is exhausted tonight, covered in blood and sweat, go and take a shower."
"I had my second son boil all the hot water."
"Um..." She paused, two red clouds appearing on her face: "I need to wash up too... I'm covered in dust."
Hearing the word "take a bath".
The atmosphere in the room changed instantly.
Just moments ago, the scene was a tense and chaotic battlefield, but now it has suddenly become eerily quiet.
Several pairs of eyes involuntarily swept over Su Wan.
She was wearing thick clothes, but the sweat from the previous battle had already soaked through her inner garments. Now, relaxed, her shapely curves were faintly visible...
Gudong.
I don't know who swallowed first.
"Ahem." The second brother, Qin Mo, was the first to look away, his voice a little strained: "Over there in the bathroom... the screen hasn't been repaired yet."
"There's only one layer of gauze."
Only one layer of gauze?
The gazes of the crowd instantly deepened.
Wouldn't that mean...?