Raiders Hat Jun's N Week

After a few seconds of staring at each other in silence, the orange-haired young man walked towards me with great strides.

I quickly turned my head away, lowered my head, and picked up one side of the clothes to cover my chest. I know that this is not what I should care about at this time.

Compared with being ashamed of being looked at by him, how to explain this suspicious injury is the most important thing.

"...Senior Central Plains, when did you come back." I didn't look at him, and asked in a difficult voice.

Didn't answer my question either.

There was a rustling sound behind me, and a breeze brushed my back.

The black coat with his body temperature fell on my shoulders, covering my cold body.

When I came into contact with the heat source, my body trembled visibly, and I subconsciously reached out to grab the clothes on my shoulders. Soon, I remembered that I was stained with blood on my hands, and I was afraid of rubbing his clothes, so I hurriedly let go.

Chuya squatted down next to me, without saying a word, began to rummage through the medical box next to him, and took out a few things from it.

I looked at him apprehensively.

I don't quite understand what he wants to do. The current situation is very unfavorable to me. Although I don't want to be so vigilant against Zhongya, but I am facing too many things now, so I have to guard against him.

Because of the tension, my body tensed up. This stiffness made my wound hurt even more. The bleeding had stopped just now and now it started again.

Nakaya turned to me, his lips pursed tightly, his slightly curly orange hair brushed against his handsome cheek in a mess.

There was a little irritability in his brows, and he pinched my wrist covering my abdomen. At this time, facing him, I didn't struggle much and let him move.

He moved my hand away from the wound, looked at my wound for a while, and then began to treat me skillfully.

As the cotton wool stained with the cold potion fell, the needle-like sting made my fists tighten continuously.

Although Chuya is proficient, it seems that it is the first time to treat someone's wound. The strike is not serious, and the strength is even more unstable. I trembled from the pain.

His hand, which was treating the wound, paused, and when it fell again, it was much softer.

The clock hanging on the wall was ticking. I heard the light breathing of the orange-haired young man and my own noisy heartbeat. The sound of the whole world seemed to be sucked out.

The bleeding has stopped, the wound has been treated almost by him, and the bandage has been wrapped again. I still raised my hand to cover my chest. The orange-haired young man was very gentlemanly and didn't stop his eyes from where the wound was unexpected.

Seeing his concentration, I couldn't help being a little dazed, and said softly, "...don't you ask me something?"

Hearing my words, Chuya stopped his movements, and then turned his eyes to me, the cobalt blue eyes seemed to be imprinted with my shadow.

I imagined a lot of questions he might ask in my mind, such as "why did you get hurt", "who did it", "why did the other party attack you", "did you do something that was not good for the organization", etc. question.

Facing these problems, I even thought of countless corresponding rhetoric in the past few seconds, so that I can escape safely.

but i didn't expect him to say

"Does it hurt?"

"..."

"..."

Does it hurt?

When he said this, he stared at my face seriously, as if he had asked some very important question, quietly waiting for my reply.

I was stunned for a while before I slowly understood these two words.

It hurts, it hurts, how could it not hurt to be stabbed by a knife.

All my defenses were swallowed by the two words in one breath, and there was not even a little bit left for me, and my tense nerves and body also landed safely.

The tears that I had held back earlier rushed to my eyes, and I tried to hold back them again, but I couldn't get them back.

In the end, I had no choice but to lower my head, not to look into his eyes, and I didn't want him to see me like this, but the unbearable tears still dripped down my chin to the ground drop by drop.

"It hurts." While crying, I answered him in a low voice, holding the clothes on his chest with both hands, but I didn't get his reply, so I whispered again.

"I'm in so much pain."

It's disgusting, why should I encounter this kind of thing.

It would be great if I didn't agree to the invitation to this game at the beginning, I can't help but feel regretful, and 100 billion seems insignificant in the high mental tension these days.

A hand with a black glove covered my cheek, gently stroked it twice with my fingers, then raised my face, and I was forced to raise my head to look at him.

I don't know how to describe Chuya's expression.

When I discovered him just now, I thought I would face a terrifying storm, but the current progress is completely opposite.

He didn't ask anything, he helped me deal with the wound, and wiped away the tears on my face with his thumb bit by bit with a serious expression.

I am ashamed to say that I seem to see the 15-year-old shadow in this adult Nakaya, which made me find enough sense of security for a while, as if no matter what I do, he will believe me.

My crying stopped temporarily.

Chuya withdrew his hands from my face, took off the gloves on both hands, looked up at me, and asked me, "Then, what should I do?"

is also asking for my opinion.

He spoke vaguely, but I could understand what he meant.

What can I do to make me feel better, do I need his help to kill the person who hurt me, or other methods, as long as I say it, as long as he can do it.

"Kiss me," I said.

Hearing my request, the orange-haired youth was slightly stunned, and his blue eyes were slightly surprised.

"Okay." He replied, leaned closer to me, cupped my face with his ungloved hands, and touched my ear with his fingertips.

I haven't seen him take off his gloves since coming here, that's the first time.

After removing that layer of wrapping, the feeling of Chuya's fingertips rubbing against my ear became more obvious.

He first kissed the corner of my eye that still had teardrops, stretched out his soft tongue and brought the last tear into his mouth, then slowly kissed my cheek, gently kissing all the way to the corner of my mouth.

He stayed at the corner of his mouth for a while before sticking to my lips.

This process was done gently and long by him, and when it finally touched my lips softly, my attention had already left the wound.

Can't help but wonder, how could he do this.

I closed my eyes and waited foolishly for him to poke the tip of his tongue over, but he didn't make any more movements, maybe because he was worried that he would touch my wound if he moved too much, but simply "kissed" me.

I was a little disappointed, but the purpose of diverting attention was completely achieved.

Just when I thought he was going to let me go, his hand slightly lifted my chin, and the lips that were only lightly pressed just now were pressed together more tightly because of his movements.

The wet tongue licked my lips and carried out a new round of exploration.

It was a slightly aggressive kiss, but more of a tender tenderness.

At this time, I remembered the idea of ​​regretting accepting this task just now, and suddenly felt that even if I didn't have 100 billion, I could meet him, and what I went through would not be so difficult.

After a while, Chuya let go of me, accidentally touched my body with his eyes, moved away very quickly, and stretched out his hands to help me tighten the two sides of the coat.

"...Go and put on your clothes first."

"Oh."

I blushed, glanced at his gorgeous lips, and nodded warmly, then tried not to disturb the wound, stood up slowly, and went back to the room to put on a pajamas.

When I came out, the blood on the ground and the blood-stained clothes had already been disposed of by the orange-haired youth.

In fact, I know very well that there is something wrong with the orange-haired cadres today.

His whole body is full of disobedience. It's not that I was too defensive against him before, but I know how ruthless Chuya will be if he knows his identity may endanger the port mafia in this period.

But his performance just now, trusting me unconditionally, made me almost think that his memory has recovered.

Combined with the disappearance of the system for a while, I always have a bad feeling.

While I was still thinking about this, the vanished system came back.

Its voice was rarely tired: "...the program has a big bug."

"You may... temporarily use 'time wear' to avoid the repair process."

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Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Fengxiuge;

感谢投出地雷的小天使：友人A2个；hi我的培根、破陌、布竹子、雪蝶林1个；感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：风休戈39瓶；艽艽_琴歌14瓶；雪蝶林、噢1瓶；非常感谢大家对我的支持，我会继续努力的！