Dongfang Xing sat down slowly, his sinister face still cold, and said lightly: "I only agreed to let you train, but I didn't agree to be an instructor."
"Quia." If he hadn't been the one to train her, she wouldn't have cared about it.
Dongfang Xing narrowed his eyes at her and said calmly: "Wild Rose has a problem with you, so it's best to let her train you. At least she won't show favoritism."
Xiahou Huan'er's face darkened and she said, "She wants to kill me, don't you care?"
"Can she kill you?" Dongfang Xing asked nonchalantly.
What does he mean?
She felt aggrieved: "On the first day, she asked me to do a hundred palm presses, run a hundred laps, and kept beating me with a whip. Oops, it still hurts. If this continues, you can give me
I'm preparing the coffin."
Dongfang Xing's face darkened and he growled unhappily: "Bullshit." After saying that, he stood up with his long body tensed and walked outside.
Uh, what does he mean?
She was the one who was wronged now, so he just didn't comfort her and walked away, ignoring her.
Suddenly her heart was so heavy that she slammed the chopsticks on the table, which caused the whiplash on her arm, causing her to gasp in pain.
After a while, Dongfang Xing came back, holding a bottle of medicated oil in his hand, and said calmly: "Get on the bed."
It turned out that he had gone to get her medicinal oil, and Xiahou Huan'er felt relieved.
He lay obediently on the hard bed. The conditions in the zombie camp were not as good as those in the villa, and all the people slept on were hard beds.
Dongfang Xing rolled up her sleeves and saw bruises and whip marks on her delicate and white arms. It was a bit shocking, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge in her heart. This damn rose really avenged her, and she had been tortured enough.
, but they had their word first, and he couldn't break his word.
He poured some medicated oil into the palm of his hand, touched the whip mark on her arm, and rubbed it with slight force, which immediately caused her to gasp in pain: "Hiss, it hurts, please rub it gently..."
Dongfang Xing raised his eyebrows and said, "This little whip mark makes me scream in pain, so you can't be successful?"
"I'm useless. What's wrong? I just like to scream. Is there a law that prohibits screaming?" After saying that, he continued to scream.
"Spineless little thing." Mr. Xing cursed, but his hands were much gentler.
Xiahou Huan'er pursed her lips: "You zombies have thick skin and thick flesh, can you compare to a lovely person like me who has thin skin and tender flesh?"
"Don't be ashamed." Dongfang Xing rubbed her two white arms and asked, "Where are the whip marks?"
She said dullly: "On your back."
"Take off your clothes." Dongfang Xing reached out to help her sit up and unbuttoned her clothes.
Xiahou Huan'er lay on the bed limply and didn't want to move, letting him take it off.
Dongfang Xing took off her military uniform and lifted up her vest. Fortunately, the whip marks were only concentrated on her back. If there were them on the front, he would probably go crazy and chop the wild roses into pieces.
Let her lie in his arms, free his hand, rub the medicinal oil on her back, and rub it with moderate strength.
The comfortable feeling made her feel dizzy and sleepy.
In her daze, she suddenly shouted: "Dongfang Xing."
"Huh?" Dongfang Xing responded in a low voice and continued to rub the whip marks on her back.
She didn't speak. After a while, she shouted again: "Dongfang Xing." But the volume was much lower.
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he reached out to help her up. Only then did he realize that she had closed her eyes and fell asleep.
