Last night, Doudou was angry for a long time when she saw this newly added bruise.

The cold medicinal wine applied to the bruises, and soon the skin there began to get a slight heat.

It felt that the man's fingertips were constantly lingering on the bruises on her shoulders. Chu Yunxian felt a slight electric current flowing from the man's slightly sharp fingertips into her peripheral nerves. A very subtle feeling reached the heart.

She tilted her head and asked lightly: "Huo Yaochen, aren't you tired?"

"Hmm?" The man made a monophonic sound from his nose.

"Stand for a day, don't your wound hurt?" It's only four days. Huo Yaochen was so seriously injured and had shed so much blood. Even if he was hit by iron for four days, he would not be able to heal his body for four days. However, Huo Yaochen has been discharged from the hospital.

Until now, he is acting like nothing is wrong.

Anyone who doesn't know the truth probably can't tell that he has such serious injuries.

Behind his silly look was every step, every turn, every movement, accompanied by severe pain.

But even so, you must maintain your strength.

Because there is no one else to rely on except yourself, any weak consequences will be fatal murderous intent.

Over time, this becomes a habit.

For some reason, Chu Yunxian was able to understand Huo Yaochen's habit.

It seems that I used to be like this.

The exhaustion of maintaining is not visible.

Huo Yaochen paused for a moment, and Chu Yunxian asked two questions in a row, which was very...new to him.

Since childhood, no one seems to have asked him such a question.

During special training, the instructor only has orders. He doesn’t care whether you are tired or injured. He only cares whether your training meets the standards.

Quan Chengfei and Lu Changge have always silently supported each other.

Even Mingzhen would only say to him at that time, Achen, I believe you must be the strongest.

He is indeed the strongest, but for this strongest, he needs to pay countless blood and sweat.

Is it tired? Does it hurt?

Joke, of course it's tired, of course it hurts.

These are the prices that must be paid to become stronger, and it is natural that he himself thinks so.

After finishing training, we began to perform various dangerous tasks around the world, and many times we wandered away from the edge of life and death, but in the end we received was just a sentence of success and failure when replying to the task.

No one cares about the process.

However, today, after hearing the woman ask these questions in a clear voice, Huo Yaochen felt that the string in the deepest part of his heart seemed to be gently touched.

There was a faint feeling in her voice, but it seemed like she was sighing.

Sighing that he has been carrying heavy burdens for more than ten years, always walking alone, and lonely.

This woman really understands him.

The room became very quiet for a moment. After Chu Yunxian's medicinal wine evaporated, it felt a little cold. She supported her hands and prepared to get up.

As a result, the man was pressed back halfway through. Huo Yaochen pulled down her clothes and his voice sounded above her head, "So you cooperated so much today because you took care of my injuries?"

From the time he had just come to kiss her in the living room, to the time he went back to the room to apply medicine, she didn't resist much.

Chu Yunxian, "I don't want to tear your wound the third time."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was held onto her lap by the man.

Huo Yaochen pinched Chu Yunxian's face with one hand, raised his thin lips to a curve of confidence, "Chu Yunxian, you like me."
Chapter completed!