Can you increase affection by touching someone in Chapter 7?

The air suddenly became quiet.

Cracks appeared on Situ Linchen's face, which had been taut with anger and pain.

He, a dignified marshal of the interstellar alliance, was actually reminded to put on his pants in front of an ordinary woman who hadn't yet awakened her inner demons.

This was an humiliation he had never experienced before.

"snort."

With a cold snort, he abruptly turned around, leaving Ning Shuyin with his broad back.

This movement clearly aggravated the wound on his back, causing his body to tremble slightly.

Ning Shuyin still didn't know where to look—the front view made her heart race, and the back view was equally visually striking.

Broad shoulders, narrow waist, smooth lines, and that almost perfect...

Her face is so hot you could fry an egg on it.

A rustling sound.

The man had put his combat suit back on, but due to the injury on his back, the shirt was hanging down to his waist.

Then, he turned on the quantum computer on his wrist.

"Muze".

The secretary immediately responded respectfully from the other end of the computer: "Marshal, please give your instructions."

"Bring two sets of regular clothes to the entrance of the resonance chamber. Also, notify the medical officer to come over."

"Yes, Marshal."

The call has ended.

Situ Linchen walked to a corner of the room.

“Clatter.”

The cabinet slid open, revealing a series of small and sophisticated devices neatly arranged inside.

There were medical markings on it, and Ning Shuyin deduced that it was a treatment device.

Sure enough, Situ Linchen took out a spray gun the size of a palm.

He had his back to her, one hand resting against the cold metal wall.

On the smooth muscle lines of the man's back, the wounds inflicted by the broken blades were still slowly oozing blood, staining his pale skin red.

He seemed to want to handle it himself.

But that location was too tricky; the spray nozzle could never be aimed at the wound.

The awkward arm position actually worsened the tearing of the wound.

Ning Shuyin felt a chill run down her spine as she read this.

"Let me help you." She got out of bed.

Reason told her that the further away from this dangerous man she was, the better.

But just now, it was this very body that stood in front of her at the last moment.

Otherwise, that broken blade would have already taken her away.

Ning Shuyin couldn't bear to sit idly by and do nothing.

Barefoot on the cold floor, her tattered clothes barely covered her body. Fortunately, the man had his back to her.

Upon hearing her words, Situ Linchen froze, without turning around.

"You?" His tone was full of doubt.

“I don’t think you’re in a good position.” Ning Shuyin approached cautiously. “I used to deal with things that were out of reach all the time.”

Situ Linchen remained silent for a moment, seemingly assessing the truthfulness of her words.

Ning Shuyin wasn't lying.

She was referring to her past when she worked as a logistics worker in the real world.

Some unruly packages would wander into all sorts of tricky corners during transport, but she always managed to find a way to get them out.

After waiting for a while, he didn't say anything, which was taken as tacit consent.

Ning Shuyin took the healing gun from his hand.

As they got closer, she realized that she was only up to his shoulder.

"Don't move." She used all her strength to make her voice sound calm enough.

He tilted his head back, stood on tiptoe, and aimed the healing gun at the hideous wound.

"Buzz—"

The treatment gun started, emitting a soft beep.

A soft green halo enveloped the wound.

Wherever the light touched, the damaged flesh seemed to be pulled and woven by an invisible force, and the wound slowly and laboriously closed.

"Hmm."

Situ Linchen let out a muffled groan, clearly enduring the pain of the treatment process.

Ning Shuyin watched the wound heal with her own eyes; it was a near-tearing regeneration, the texture of the skin being mercilessly stretched, clear and cruel.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Ning Shuyin asked instinctively.

“Military medical equipment only needs results,” he said through gritted teeth.

"Thank you for saving me just now," Ning Shuyin said softly.

The man remained silent for a few seconds.

You're overthinking it.

His voice came from ahead, slightly panting.

“According to interstellar law, during a legally recognized date, the man has an obligation to protect the woman’s personal safety. It’s not that I particularly want to save you,” he said.

Ning Shuyin could only utter an "Oh," swallowing the rest of her words.

After that, she dared not speak again, focusing intently on moving the treatment gun to ensure that the soft green light covered every inch of the wound.

Situ Linchen didn't seem to pay her any attention, and directly opened his personal computer screen to start processing official documents. It was as if the person treating him behind him was just an emotionless machine.

The process of suturing a wound is long and tedious.

Apart from him enduring the pain and occasionally letting out a few muffled groans, the only sound in the room was the buzzing of the treatment device.

The wound has healed by more than 90%.

But Situ Linchen was simply too tall.

Ning Shuyin had to stand on tiptoe and raise her arms to keep the treatment gun in the correct position.

After a while, her arms started to ache, and the medical gun she was holding began to tremble.

She wanted to get some support, so she placed her free hand on his back.

However, she overlooked one point.

The man in front of her was covered in fine beads of sweat on his back from enduring the pain.

The moment my fingertips touched that firm skin, they unexpectedly slid down to my waist.

She hurriedly grabbed the fabric around his waist to barely steady her hand.

Don't touch it.

Situ Linchen's voice rang out instantly, deep and hoarse, carrying a warning of being offended.

To anyone else, this action looked like an ambiguous sneak attack.

"I'm sorry." Ning Shuyin pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted and quickly apologized.

He didn't say anything more.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second, the man in front of her suddenly turned around.

One looked down, the other looked up.

The two locked eyes, standing very close.

His eyes were swirling with complex and difficult-to-discern emotions.

Ning Shuyin was extremely nervous.

Is he angry? Does he think she's deliberately taking advantage of him?

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain that she really didn't mean it that way.

She simply... saw him as one of those packages stuck at the end of a conveyor belt, needing a helping hand to stabilize them.

But as soon as the thought popped into her head, she forcefully suppressed it.

You mustn't say! You absolutely mustn't say!

If the high and mighty Marshal of the Alliance knew that she was comparing him to a... tattered package in her heart, he would probably die of anger on the spot and, incidentally, grind her to dust.

So Ning Shuyin could only keep her mouth shut and look at him nervously with a pair of innocent eyes that seemed to say, "I didn't mean to."

[Target person Situ Linchen's favorability has increased.]

[Current favorability: -50 (Dangerous)]

The system notification sound in her mind left Ning Shuyin completely bewildered.

Favorability rating... has increased?

Why?

She clearly didn't do anything.

Oh no, she did it.

She made a gesture that would make him mistakenly think she was "taking advantage of him".

It might even make him angry.

Is the marshal's favorability rating really that strange?

So, could she...?