"Very good, it finally looks good." There was a hint of joy in Huang's voice.
"Damn you!" She turned around, but her arm hurt even more.
"A stubborn little girl like you should suffer a little."
Su Wanqing gritted her teeth and turned her head, her eyes falling on the side of Huang's neck. A faint bloodstain lay across the honey-colored skin.
She was in a great mood. She raised her lips slightly and sneered: "It's just a cut. It's such a pity. It would have been better if it had been deeper."
Huang's eyes darkened, and he strengthened his hand even more.
"ah--"
Su Wanqing screamed and fell to the ground, or rather lay straight on the ground.
The most painful thing is not the arm, but the left calf.
The calf was spasming desperately, and she was cramping until she was stiff and unable to move her entire leg.
It hurt so much, the pain was unbearable, and it made her want to cry.
"Saori!"
Huang exclaimed, quickly released the restraint on his hands, reached out with his long arms, and took her into his arms.
"Don't touch me!" She was heartbroken with pain and looked at him with extremely disgusted eyes.
Huang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he felt a sharp object piercing his heart.
His eyes narrowed slightly, he endured the discomfort and suppressed the tumbling emotions in his heart.
He bent over, stretched out his hand and held her slender left calf, and kneaded her muscle spasms regularly in a unique way.
"Ah——" Su Wanqing screamed again, "No! Don't touch it, it hurts——"
"Bear it, don't move." Huang's voice was inherently intimidating, but the movements of his hands became heavier.
"Ah——" Su Wanqing continued to scream, "bastard, don't touch me!"
"You are pregnant and prone to cramps. I am a doctor and I know how to deal with it. Please cooperate with me."
Huang ignored Su Wanqing's screams and did not stop moving his hands at all.
Su Wanqing's face was twisted in pain. Her right hand slowly sank into the grass, picked up the streamer, held the handle, and a stern look flashed in her eyes.
"Don't touch me with your dirty hands!"
She shouted in a hissing voice, and the sword flashed and struck Hoshino Huang's right arm.
A blood line shot out directly.
In autumn, I have begun to wear thick coats, but the sharpness of the streamer can cut iron and stone. Such a knife can make a deep scratch.
Although Huang was injured by the dagger, he didn't even frown. He continued to knead Su Wanqing's body in pain without slowing down his movements.
She wanted to swing the knife again, but when she saw the blood gradually spreading on his right arm, she put down the knife.
Blood, it was blood, and it was blood flowing from his own body!
But why doesn't Hoshino Huang care at all?
How cold does a person have to be to do this?
Su Wanqing gritted her teeth and stared blankly at his focused movements. After about three to five minutes, the cramp in her calf miraculously eased.
Su Wanqing moved lightly a few times and felt comfortable without any pain.
Looking at Hoshino Huang's resolute profile and his actions of treating the wound on his right arm, a feeling of guilt filled his heart.
He helped her, in a brutal way.
And she repaid him in a more violent way.
"I...let me help you." Su Wanqing stretched out her hand to tie his wound.