PLTRSC Chapter 8

“Do you have any painkillers at home? Where are they? I’ll go look for them.”

“Yes, it’s right here,” Lu Yinghuai chuckled, “Tang Tang, blow on it and it won’t hurt.”

There was a loud bang in Jiang Tang’s mind, and his face turned red from the tips of his ears to his neck. He turned around and moved away in his wheelchair.

Lu Yinghuai didn’t stop him and just waited there.

Sure enough, the child, before moving only two meters away from him, turned back and looked at him cutely: “Will it really stop hurting if I blow on it?”

While thinking to himself that this child was really easy to coax, Lu Yinghuai nodded with certainty: “Yes.”

Jiang Tang seemed to be preparing himself mentally, and urged, “Then change your clothes quickly.”

“Come here.”

Lu Yinghuai stood outside the cloakroom door and called him.

“Tang Tang.”

“En?” Lu Yinghuai opened the door of the cloakroom opposite the master bedroom and made an inviting gesture, “How can you help me blow it if you don’t come here?”

“I’ll come in after you change your clothes,” Jiang Tang’s cheeks were hot, and he felt that Lu Yinghuai was teasing him, “I’ll go find the medicine box.”

Lu Yinghuai turned and went to the study. When he came back, he was holding a medicine box in his hand: “Can you come in this time?”

Jiang Tang was like a little apple with its fur standing on end, allowing Lu Yinghuai to push him into the room.

Lu Yinghuai took off his tactical uniform, and Jiang Tang saw that the front of the gray short-sleeved shirt he was wearing was mostly soaked with blood.

“Don’t be afraid, it just looks scary, it’s not serious.” Lu Yinghuai saw that his eyes were red, and leaned over to coax him, “Tang Tang, blow it and I’ll be fine soon.”

Fir pheromones mixed with the smell of blood spread, and there was no aggressiveness unlike in front of outsiders. Instead, it seemed gentle, as if it was soothing Jiang Tang’s emotions.

Jiang Tang suppressed the coldness in his eyes and shook his head: “I will blow it for you after you apply the medicine.”

Lu Yinghuai originally planned to let Jiang Tang blow on the wound symbolically, then he would send Jiang Tang back to the bedroom and to apply the medicine himself, but Jiang Tang was so stubborn.

Lu Yinghuai’s heart softened again and again: “Okay.”

He wanted to be with Jiang Tang for a long time, and he would inevitably get injured during future missions. Jiang Tang would see his wounds sooner or later, and he couldn’t hide it forever.

With his shirt off, Lu Yinghuai’s muscles were firm and his curves were graceful. Standing here, even with a sloppily wrapped gauze around his abdomen, it was difficult to hide the sexual tension of this view.

He tore off the gauze very skillfully, revealing a knife wound about eight or nine centimeters long on the right side of his abdomen. The wound was already serious to begin with, and then it broke several times, making it look particularly hideous.

Jiang Tang bit his lower lip and frowned.

Lu Yinghuai immediately regretted it. Why did he show his wound to the kid? What if he scared him?

The knife wound alone was not a big deal, as he had suffered more serious injuries before. This time, the person who had the knife installed a micro-generator on the handle of the knife, and the electric shock paralyzed the nerves, which was the main reason for his brief coma.

While he was unwrapping the gauze, Jiang Tang went to the bathroom to get a towel and soaked it in warm water. At this moment, he leaned over and said in a muffled voice, “Mr. Lu, don’t move.”

He wiped the blood off Lu Yinghuai’s body bit by bit, took out a gauze bandage from the medicine box, disinfected the wound, evenly applied hemostatic and anti-inflammatory powder, and wrapped the gauze carefully, all in one smooth movement.

Lu Yinghuai’s eyes darkened. Jiang Tang’s technique was not unfamiliar…Has he bandaged other people’s wounds before? Or…his own?

A cool breeze blew by, and Lu Yinghuai looked down.

Jiang Tang was sitting in a wheelchair, and he was sitting on the armrest of the sofa. Jiang Tang was facing his abdomen, and at this moment he was blowing on his wound seriously with his eyelashes lowered.

From Lu Yinghuai’s perspective, it seemed like…

His lower abdomen tightened subconsciously – this “beautiful” posture.

The kid was still innocent, and Lu Yinghuai was afraid that something might happen if he continued blowing, so he reached out and held Jiang Tang’s shoulders.

Oh nos.

The posture seems even weirder.

It was said that the higher the Alpha level, the stronger the desire in that aspect, but Lu Yinghuai never had this idea. To be honest, he often doubts whether he was sexually frigid.

But it turned out that there had simply been no one who could spark his ideas before.

His eyes swept across Jiang Tang’s neck calmly. It was white and smooth, and there was no sign of any problem.

Even Jiang Tang himself thought that he had no pheromones, but no one knew better than Lu Yinghuai whether Jiang Tang had pheromones or not.

Thinking of the strong and despairing fragrance in the previous life, Lu Yinghuai unconsciously exerted force on Jiang Tang’s shoulders. Jiang Tang raised his face, looking a little pale.

Lu Yinghuai suddenly came back to his senses: “Did it hurt you?”

… Such a terrible line.

Jiang Tang didn’t seem to notice, he shook his head and said softly: “No, are you still in pain?”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Lu Yinghuai glanced at the time, “It’s getting late, go and rest, I’ll take you back to the room.”

“I can do it myself,” Jiang Tang manoeuvred the wheelchair out the door, then turned around and added carefully, “Don’t get hurt again in the future.”

 

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