"No matter how busy I am, you have to stay by my side." Si Minghan's domineering and strong style never changes.
He was just short of tying Dibao to his belt.
"Oh." Dibao responded passively. After a pause, he asked, "What did you mean by that? You mean... to treat Si Yuanqi's illness? I thought you hated him."
This statement is relatively implicit.
'Kill him' is the most appropriate word.
"He can't threaten me even if he's alive." Si Minghan said.
Di Bao thought, it was true, it was impossible for her and Si Yuanqi to be together. Escaping from Si Minghan's clutches was even more wishful thinking.
But when did Si Minghan realize this?
However, this made her feel more comfortable.
No matter what his reason is, just don't fight with Si Yuanqi.
"I want to stay in Xizhou Island for a while longer, so I'll stay here." Si Minghan said.
"Okay." Dibao had no objection.
Anyway, she couldn't change Si Minghan's decision.
"I'm going to take a shower." Dibao was about to get off him, and he firmly grasped the back of her head with his hands, and their four lips were tightly entangled together.
He was released after a moment, and Dibao went to the bathroom to take a shower, panting and with weak legs.
Si Minghan watched the departing figure, his dark eyes dark and deep. If Si Yuanqi died, Di Bao would always have him in his heart. So it would be better for him to live...
He walked into the cloakroom and took off his shirt, revealing his strong and well-defined muscles and various scars on his back.
He had noticed the current state of Ye Qinyi's face, and there wasn't even a trace of it. The scars on his body could also be removed.
Even if he wanted to take a bath with Dibao at this moment, he had to suppress the thought with great effort.
Although the two of them have been honest with each other for a long time and the scars have long been healed, in Dibao's heart, every time he faces the scars, does he feel a lump...
The next day.
"What? Scar removal?" When Di Bao was still with the children, Si Minghan privately approached Di Bolin, and this was Di Bolin's reaction. "What scars do you want to remove? Who can see them on my back?"
"I can see it." Si Minghan originally wanted to say that he was afraid Dibao would see it, but after thinking about it, he didn't say it. It would be better not to provoke him and not remove his scar for the time being.
If you don’t tell me, won’t Di Bolin know?
Both of them knew it very well, but one didn't say his true intention, and the other didn't expose him.
"Are you sure that anesthesia is ineffective for such a large area?" Di Bolin asked.
"I endured digging for bullets before."
"Even if it hurts, it only takes two or three minutes to remove the bullet. You're taking half an hour. I can't explain to my children if you die in pain on the operating table."
"Not really."
"I'm telling you, what's wrong with you? If you have a scar, you have a scar. It's not like it's on your face and you have to get rid of it!"
“The senses are affected.”
"..." Di Bolin wanted to curse. "I'm busy, go find someone else!" He refused and took the person away.
Si Minghan frowned slightly. There was only one divine doctor in this world. Where could he find someone else?
After Di Bolin rejected Si Minghan, he ran to Di Bao to play with the child.
"Third brother, Si Minghan is looking for you? What's the matter? Is it about Si Yuanqi?" She lowered her voice when she said the last sentence.
"No, he wanted me to remove the scar on his back. He's allergic to anesthesia, and removing a scar that large would be much more difficult than digging a bullet out of flesh." Di Bolin deliberately made the situation sound serious. "If you're in severe pain for too long, you'll go into shock."
What sense? Disgust the most!
Di Bao was surprised, "He is so serious...why does he want to remove the scar?"
“Maybe I’m not confident in myself anymore.”
"Ah?" Di Bao thought, being high and mighty, making other men feel inferior, is Si Minghan not confident in himself?
Dibao thought of the Dibao in the past with a face full of scars. Maybe he had never experienced the suffering of others and didn’t understand that kind of psychological trauma!
She missed Si Minghan even more, who never took a bath with her.
Also, every time when they were in bed, her hand would subconsciously touch his back, but he would grab her hand and press it on top of his head.
Therefore, the number of times I can touch his back is very small.
Why was Si Minghan so insecure about this? Did she show any disgust? Not at all...
But what should she say to make Si Minghan give up that idea?
"Third brother, you are not allowed to remove his scar." Dibao said.
"I don't want to remove his scar," Di Bolin said. After thinking for a moment, he leaned over and asked, "Do you think that scar is scary?"
"What's so scary? I just feel a little uncomfortable..." Di Bao lowered his eyes.
"How do you say that?"
"It must be uncomfortable..." Dibao had almost forgotten that he was almost burned to death. After all, there was no trace left on her body.
It’s different with Si Minghan.
Just looking at that scar reminds me of how the fire in the wine cellar burned me.
Ximei looked over here at her depressed mother, with her big bright eyes, her thoughts fluctuating accordingly.
"What's there to be sad about? It's just what you deserve." Di Bolin said ruthlessly.
"It's all over. I don't care anymore." Dibao said weakly.
Di Bolin touched her head and said, "Some people can get over it, but some can't. Abao doesn't understand."
Dibao didn't know what he didn't understand.
At the dinner table, everyone was eating happily.
Ximei, who was sitting next to Si Minghan, suddenly looked at her father with distressed eyes, "Mom was very sad this afternoon because of Dad."
Before Dibao could react, he heard his sister say, "Mom said that the scars on Daba's body make her uncomfortable. It's uncomfortable, not scary. Daba, you must be confident!"
"..." Dibao wanted to bury her face in the bowl. How could her younger sister have overheard what she was saying to her third brother? Facing Si Minghan's deep gaze, Dibao's face flushed red, "No, no! No!"
"Mom, no?" asked Ximei.
"..." Dibao was powerless to refute. To say no would be a lie. She couldn't let the children think that their mom was a liar! "I just..."
Let her disappear instantly!
Everyone at the table was looking at her.
Her elder brother and second brother looked very stressed.
Ye Qinyi just ate silently, then stared at Dibao with curiosity.
"Eat quickly! Don't talk!" Xiaojun slammed the table.
Dibao was silently moved, "Damn it, well done! Finally, he overturned the table!"
"I want to speak!" Ximei was unhappy and unreasonable.
"Xiaomei, be obedient!" Xiaojun said arrogantly.
"I don't want to listen!" Ximei snorted.
Si Minghan frowned and glanced at Xiaojun, "Eat your meal."
"I suspect I was picked up!" Xiao Jun.
Everyone present said that any one of the six children could have been found, except you.
Di Aotian smiled and pinched his cheek, comforting him, "My uncle also likes it when he picked it up."
“…”Xiao Jun.
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