Bai He took off his T-shirt in one click and threw it on the ground.
Except for a pure black sports bra, her upper body had no other clothes.
Bai He's figure is a bit thin, not as symmetrical and beautiful as Tang Qingqian, not as charming and fragrant as Wen Lan, and not as sexy and hot as Liu Yingying.
However, she has her own unique charm.
The bones are well-proportioned and the waist is slender.
You can see the tight skin of the ribs when you raise your hands, and you can also see the perfect lower abdomen and waistline under the ribs.
There is also a perfect chest curve that has been fully exercised, which is in sharp contrast to her slim figure.
What confused Qin Feng even more was her butterfly-like collarbone...
"Have you seen enough?"
Bai He's cold voice sounded.
Qin Feng felt his chin was picked by a sharp object and raised his head.
"Look at me again and I'll pluck out your eyeballs."
Bai He put away the butterfly knife and rolled his beautiful eyes at him.
Qin Feng withdrew his gaze: "Do you want me to help you enlarge your breasts? Although I can do some techniques, you are not small..."
"Aren't you looking for death?"
Bai He's beautiful eyes were cold: "How can I tell if it's big or not?"
Qin Feng was stunned: "Then where do you want me to treat?"
Bai He said nothing, turned around, and lay his upper body on the sofa chair.
The sun shines in from the transparent window, like the lights from a stage, and also illuminates the perfect jade back of the white crane.
Qin Feng was slightly absent-minded and quickly frowned.
The old gray threads used to mend wounds, the circular holes left by the bullets taken out, the deep or shallow marks of sharp blades...
The most horrifying thing was a slash diagonally from the shoulder blade.
This wound was long and deep, almost reaching the waistline.
The color of the scar is still black and red, and it seems that it was injured within the past year.
Just by seeing this scar, Qin Feng could feel the intensity and danger of the battle at that time, and how cruel his opponent was. He was rushing to slash Bai He in half with a single slash.
Bai He didn't even look back: "Can it be cured?"
When she saw Qin Feng didn't speak for a long time, she thought it was her wound that scared him.
No man can remain calm when seeing a woman covered in bruises, right?
"Does it hurt?"
Qin Feng stretched out a finger and touched the scar on his back.
"No pain."
Bai He's body trembled slightly, and the curve of his back undulated.
After thinking about it, Bai He's face turned gloomy again: "It hurts."
It hurt, but she was numb.
In other words, I'm used to it.
Qin Feng's heart seemed to be blocked by something, making him feel like he had difficulty breathing.
The tear glands are not well developed, but the eye sockets are somewhat moist.
The righteousness of family and country once felt very far away to him.
But it was truly written on every wound on the girl’s back in front of her.
While he was complacent about being able to rejuvenate and save traditional Chinese medicine, Bai He was using this body to walk in the darkness and use his youth to save the country.
What does everything you do mean compared to them?
Take a deep breath and calm down your emotions.
Qin Feng smiled and said: "It can be cured."
He pressed Bai He's back with his hands and made her lie completely on the sofa.
He bent down again and reached out to unbutton Bai He's tube top.
"you……"
Bai He turned his head angrily, his face frightened and angry.
"Help you treat your illness."
Qin Feng said sincerely: "Believe me, I will definitely cure you."
Bai He's red lips moved, and then he turned his head away.
There was a "click" sound.
Unbutton the tube top.
The perfect shape of the back of the White Crane is presented in a Sichuan shape, which is extremely exquisite.
Qin Feng didn't look at the beautiful scenery spreading out on both sides. He used hot water and alcohol to disinfect the butterfly knife, and little by little, he carefully opened up the scar that had already formed...
"You can shout out if it hurts."
"Excessive suppression of pleasure and pain is also a form of self-harm."
Qin Feng kindly reminded him that the knife did not stop at all.
No anesthesia, no hypnosis.
This level of large-area incision is no different from the pain Guan Yu experienced when he scraped his bones to heal his injuries.
Bai He was silent and said no more.
From beginning to end, she didn't moan.
However, where she buried her head, there were traces of wetness on the white sofa cover.
I don’t know if it’s the sweat of pain or the tears of emotion.
about an hour.
Qin Feng poured five basins of blood before wiping the sweat from his forehead:
"It's ready..."
His words stopped abruptly.
Bai He's back rose and fell gently, apparently falling into a deep sleep.
Qin Feng smiled bitterly, packed up his tools and left.
Suddenly, he noticed something extra on the table.