The wound is on the abdomen.
Lin Xianghuai had fair skin, and beneath his prominent, delicate collarbone was a sexy chest and well-proportioned abdominal muscles. There was a bloody hole on his left side, the blood had slowed down but was somewhat viscous, and the rolled-up red flesh was vaguely visible, making it look bloody and ferocious.
His temples were covered in large beads of sweat; it was impossible for him not to be in pain. Lin Xianghuai was born in the mountains, and he knew the terrain and the herbs. He could have picked some hemostatic and healing herbs by the roadside to apply to stop the bleeding, but for some reason, he just didn't want to.
Even if his wounds were so painful from walking that he was sweating profusely, he didn't want to bandage them or heal them.
The warm blood soaked through the Miao clothes. The pain had long since numbed him, but Lin Xianghuai seemed to feel no pain at all. A secret and perverse expectation arose in his heart: what kind of expression would his wife have?
He lifted his thin eyelids, his dark eyes flashing with a dark light, and looked at Yuan Jiang.
Yuan Jiang's usually gentle and charming eyes shattered for a moment when she saw that hideous wound, tears welling up in her already reddened eyes. Her heart clenched, and she reached out to touch him, afraid of hurting him. She bit her lip, and her soft voice trembled with a sob: "Does it hurt a lot?"
Lin Xianghuai's thin lips curved into a barely perceptible smile of excitement. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked at Yuan Jiang: "It hurts a little."
"Dad!" Xiao Bao was heartbroken, tears streaming down his face. It was the first time he had seen Lin Xianghuai injured, and the wound was so serious. In an instant, his eyes reddened, and he toddled over to hug Lin Xianghuai's leg, tilting his head back and sobbing, "Dad, I don't want you to come down the mountain to bring me toys anymore, waah..."
"Father, you're bleeding so much, what should we do?"
"Xiao Bao... Xiao Bao will blow on your wound." Xiao Bao anxiously pouted and breathed on Lin Xianghuai's wound, his eyes brimming with tears, looking nervous and on the verge of tears.
As Yuan Jiang watched this scene, her heart felt as if it had been gently tugged by something, a dull pain spreading outwards, making her breathing heavy, and tears fell down her cheeks: "Is there a doctor in the village?"
"Tell me where the doctor lives, and I'll go find him."
As soon as she finished speaking, she looked at him with her reddened eyes filled with tears.
Seeing the mother and son's almost identical expressions of heartache and anxiety, Lin Xianghuai smiled, raised his hand to rub Xiaobao's head, then pushed him away, and grabbed Yuan Jiang's wrist, pulling her into his arms.
Yuan Jiang exclaimed in surprise, and by the time she came to her senses, she was already sitting on his lap. Her brows furrowed, and she looked at the faintly bleeding wound with worry and anxiety: "Are you crazy!"
"Husband." Lin Xianghuai didn't care at all. Even though the pain from his torn wound made his scalp tingle, he still looked at Yuan Jiang with a smile, slowly approached her, and licked the tears that fell from her lips.
Xiao Bao and Xiao Bai stared blankly to the side.
Yuan Jiang felt no romantic thoughts whatsoever. She turned her face away from his kiss and angrily scolded, "What time is it?"
"Lin Xianghuai, you really aren't afraid of pain!"
"Seeing you worry about me makes the pain of my wound worthwhile," Lin Xianghuai said with a slight smile.
Even though his wounds were torn open and bleeding, with raw, bloody flesh exposed, and cold sweat covered his entire body like weeds, Lin Xianghuai still felt happy, as happy as if he were about to die.
The husband's mother cried; she cried for him.
It's strange, though. He wants her to cry even when she doesn't, but then he feels uncomfortable when she does.
Lin Xianghuai thought for a moment and said unreasonably, "If you want to cry, cry in bed. Don't cry now."
"You!" Yuan Jiang was furious. She felt that this man was still not serious even when he was injured, and he couldn't say a nice word. No wonder she was afraid of him! Thinking this, Yuan Jiang gritted her teeth and got off his lap in frustration. But Lin Xianghuai saw through her motives and grabbed her waist with his hot palm, making her unable to move.
Yuan Jiang bit her lip lightly, turned her head to look at Xiao Bao, who had an innocent look on his face, and lowered her voice: "Xiao Bao is still here."
Lin Xianghuai curled his lips, tilted his head to look at Xiaobao, and ordered him around like he was ordering a dog in the village: "Tsk, Xiaobao, go and call the witch doctor to treat your father."
"Isn't Mommy going to stay with me?" Xiao Bao asked hesitantly, twisting his fingers.
"Lin Xiaobao, you're a three-year-old man now. Why do you still need your mother to do such a simple thing?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Bao's previously conflicted expression instantly transformed into a determined one. He clenched his little fist, picked up Xiao Bai, turned around, and walked away, saying, "Dad, wait for Xiao Bao!"
"Xiao Bao went to call a witch doctor for you!!"
Soon, the room fell silent, with only the breathing of Yuan Jiang and Lin Xianghuai remaining.
Yuan Jiang remained seated on Lin Xianghuai's lap, her small hands pressed against his chest, clearly feeling his rapid heartbeat. She pursed her lips and said, "You're still injured, don't do anything rash."
Because of these movements, the blood hole in Lin Xianghuai's abdomen tore open again, and scarlet blood overflowed from the rolled-up red flesh, wetting Yuan Jiang's clothes.
Yuan Jiang lowered her eyes and looked at his hideous wound. She had felt sorry for him just now, but now she felt that he deserved it.
Lin Xianghuai was unaware of Yuan Jiang's thoughts; otherwise, he would probably be furious.
"Husband, take the initiative." Without saying a word, Lin Xianghuai unzipped his pants, glanced down at himself, and said with a wicked smile, "Look."
Yuan Jiang frowned, too nervous to move, and dared not look down.
Lin Xianghuai gently curved his crimson lips, leisurely appreciating the girl's nervous and shy appearance.
He raised his hand, grasped her delicate chin, and forcefully turned her face towards him. She let out a soft moan of pain, her fox-like eyes gleaming with unspoken words.
The man's lustful eyes met my gaze.
Yuan Jiang's breathing became heavy, and she spoke in a pretense of concern for him, "Now... now isn't appropriate. Wait until the shaman bandages your wound and it's healed, then I... I'll talk to you..."
She hesitated to say what came next, wanting only to calm him down first.
Forcing down her tight throat, Yuan Jiang felt her body temperature rise as well. She quickly took a deep breath to calm herself and hurriedly asked, "Is it okay?"
"Not good." Lin Xianghuai ruthlessly extinguished the woman's last thought. As long as she could enjoy herself with her husband, even dying from the pain would be worth it, not to mention that this little injury wouldn't kill her.
Yuan Jiang's heart was pounding like a drum.
The next second, Lin Xianghuai raised his hand and tore at her clothes.
"No, no!" Yuan Jiang looked at the door with some fear; the door was not closed.
"No one will come here." Lin Xianghuai didn't care at all. The village where he lived was far away. Just for Xiaobao to go to find the witch doctor, it would take at least an hour and a half to go back and forth.
An hour and a half is enough time to do it.
Yuan Jiang nearly coughed up blood: "It's not a question of whether anyone will come!"
"What is that?" Lin Xianghuai frowned in confusion.
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