Chapter 36: The Wet Man
At least he was definitely human.
As for whether it was an undercover soldier ambushed by a hostile organization...
He just needs to contact Sting to confirm later.
However, the injury didn't look fake.
Moreover, if the enemy really wanted to place an undercover agent, they would not send such a tall and conspicuous person into the refugee camp.
——That’s the same as telling everyone directly: “Hey, we’ve squeezed in a soldier!”
Ai Zhe leaned down slightly, moved his shoulders, and motioned the boy to get on his back.
The boy seemed to be suppressing something, became excited for a moment, and then lay on his back.
When I first lay on my back, I shrank slightly, as if looking for the most suitable position.
He spoke in a slightly softer voice, his tone sticky, like a spoiled child:
"Sir, it hurts..."
Try to make the sound as sharp as possible.
Ai Zhe felt uncomfortable at that time, and his back muscles tensed instantly.
The young man seemed to notice that Ai Zhe was unwell, and immediately quieted down and restrained his movements.
Ai Zhe carried the boy forward for dozens of meters.
Because he was injured, he didn't walk too fast and took every step steadily.
But before long, he felt a light exhalation coming from the back of his neck.
Warm, but numbing.
A familiar sticky feeling suddenly spread across my back.
The boy's breathing became faster, and he got a little too close.
The boy seemed to be experiencing some kind of emotional outburst, and his body even trembled.
A subtle and uncomfortable feeling of being controlled crept up Ai Zhe's spine.
Ai Zhe felt something damp spreading behind him, like poison ivy entangling him.
The boy behind her suppressed his heavy breathing, and his hands on her shoulders slowly tightened, as if he was extremely excited.
And the opponent is not light at all, his height and physique are real.
A completely solid body.
If it weren't for his young age and serious injuries, Ai Zhe really wouldn't carry him.
The next second, a damp air brushed past his ear, like harassment.
The breath was low and panting, damp and sticky, like some wet vine growing in a deep, sunless poison nest.
Ai Zhe's body visibly stiffened.
The boy seemed to realize something, whimpered softly, and shrank back.
He stopped talking and his movements became more normal.
"Thank you, sir."
Then, with a hint of pride and coquettishness, she quietly moved closer.
It was an indescribable feeling, Ai Zhe just felt that the other person was too damp.
"Ai Zhe!"
Suddenly, an angry voice exploded from a distance.
With eager anger and panic, Northen rushed over with gnashed teeth in the distance.
As he rushed over, his eyes were fixed on the young man on Ai Zhe's back.
With unstable breathing and restlessness.
Northen had never shown such disgust for someone on his face before; the expression was almost distorted.
Discomfort, confusion, anger and loss erupted in an instant.
The main thing is...that boy...he saw it with his own eyes!
He actually put his face on the back of Ai Zhe's neck? !
It's like blowing air?!
Isn't this harassment?
And why does he want Ai Zhe to carry him on his back?
Northen gritted his teeth, his face was terribly gloomy, and his eyes were almost spitting fire.
Discomfort, vigilance, and hostility all emerged.
He rushed over with great momentum.
It was as if he wanted to make the boy roll off Ai Zhe immediately.
He clearly saw the other person put his face against Ai Zhe's neck and blew air into it?!
The young man was instantly frightened by the tall Northen's furious look and shrank back.
Northen frowned as he looked at the face...
The appearance is also unpleasant, like a doll made by an old-world toy manufacturer.
It is also a gender-ambiguous style, beautiful, quiet and exquisite.
But the other person's hands were big, his shoulders were broad, and he had the physique of a grown man.
This made Northam even more instinctively disgusted and suspicious.
With a warrior-level physique, do you still need Aizhe to carry you?
His brows were tightly furrowed, as if he was about to pull him off Ai Zhe in the next second.
The young man slowly lowered his head into Ai Zhe's neck, as if he was extremely scared.
But his eyes, through that slit, quietly revealed a cold hatred.
Soon, those golden eyes were filled with innocence and tenderness again. "Hmm... is this another officer?"
The young man asked softly.
"Yes, this is my teammate."
Ai Zhe didn't stop and continued to carry him towards the medical vehicle.
"Aizhe, how serious is this injury?"
Noson finally spoke, his tone suppressing his emotions.
He was afraid that he would appear too out of control, so he quickly added a sentence to avoid appearing too abnormal.
But the discomfort remains.
Something lurking wrong kept haunting him, preventing him from relaxing.
There's something wrong with this boy...
But his legs and arms were indeed seriously injured, and his clothes were even more ragged than those of other refugees.
"Sir, I'm in pain."
The boy moved slightly behind him, as if to signal Ai Zhe to take him to the medical vehicle quickly.
Then, he quietly hugged Ai Zhe tightly again.
Ai Zhe frowned and with some disgust pulled away the boy's hands that were wrapped around his chest and neck without any boundaries.
Sensing the man's resistance, the young man let go somewhat dejectedly.
But at that moment, from an angle where no one was paying attention, his golden eyes hidden in Ai Zhe's hair flashed with a terrifying and fierce murderous intent.
Although they were not directed at Aizhe, Northen saw clearly that those eyes were looking at him.
As cold and gloomy as a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.
But the next second, the other person lowered his head and sobbed softly.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, her emotions burst out in an instant, tear marks flowed down her face, wetting a patch of her white hair.
"Why are you pretending to be weak...your arms are almost thicker than mine."
Northen thought unhappily, why on earth does this man keep relying on Aizhe?
Ai Zhe quickly took the boy to the medical vehicle.
"Is this the last casualty today?"
The doctor was just about to finish the treatment when he saw another injured person and took out his instruments again.
"Yes, he has just come of age. You can show him."
The doctor sighed as he examined the patient.
"Young man, you have such a great physique..."
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