"Close your eyes and turn around."
Mo Qing knew what he was going to do next from the moment he took back the dagger.
Without saying another word, he obediently turned around.
In the silent cave, every sound seemed amplified many times over.
She could clearly hear the sound of the dagger cutting into her flesh.
I could clearly hear him let out a barely audible groan, and the sound of a bullet falling to the ground.
Fortunately, Ji Muhan had her back to her, otherwise she would have seen her pale face and the beads of sweat on it.
Mo Qing silently pulled the dagger from his hand, her eyes reddening as she looked at the still-dripping blood from the blade.
This is his blood, the blood he shed for himself.
"Thank you, I'm not in pain." Seeing her pitiful appearance with tears in her eyes, Ji Muhan's heart softened, and she comforted her softly.
What kind of man is he? What kind of family upbringing produced him?
Mo Qing felt like crying at that moment.
He's not in pain.
But she felt sorry for him.
He saved her many times without ever asking for a thank you. She only helped him catch a dagger, and he sincerely thanked her, even comforting her that he wasn't in pain.
Mo Qing thought that this was the most captivating man she had ever met in over a decade.
Before he could turn around, Mo Qing suddenly reached out and hugged him tightly, pressing her cheek against his back, and began to sob.
This was the first time she had cried since entering the rainforest, not because of hardship or fear, but because of the man in front of her.
Ji Muhan.
Is he that good?
How could she not like him?
How could I not like him!
"Hanhan, can you let me hug you for a little while, just a little while?" Mo Qing's voice was slightly nasal, and her arms trembled almost imperceptibly as she hugged him.
"I don't really care, as long as you want me to bleed to death," Ji Muhan replied casually.
His words carried a subtle hint of sarcasm, which made him less unapproachable and aloof.
Mo Qing fell silent and obediently let go.
Ji Muhan burned the military knife again and handed it to Mo Qing, saying, "Use the cauterization to heal the wound."
Mo Qing frowned. How painful must it be?
The tears that hadn't been wiped away welled up in her eyes again.
She shook her head and anxiously stopped his hand. "No, this won't do. Oh, I remember now, the juice of wild taro can heal wounds. Wait for me, I'll go find it, I'll be right there."
Then, she tried to pull herself up by the vines to climb out of the cave.
Ji Muhan grabbed her and then quickly pulled down the vines tied to the outside of the cave, cutting off her way out. "You can't stray too far from me. Be good and help me with the treatment, or it will get infected."
He's been shot and can't be entirely sure of her safety. The outside world is fraught with danger, so only having her by his side can he feel at ease…
In the end, Mo Qing gave in to his rare tenderness.
When the wound was being treated with hot irons, she had her eyes closed. She couldn't imagine how cruel she was doing to him.
...
Meanwhile, another group of people, still in the forest, looked exhausted after a fierce battle. Compared to Shen Shaolin and his companions, who were full of energy, the pampered biologists looked utterly worn out.
"Can anyone sleep in a place like this?" Gao Xiaoxiao quickly surveyed the entire terrain of the valley and found that apart from the open space they were currently standing on, there was nowhere else to sleep.
She frowned slightly. Did they want her to sleep on the floor? She complained to Wen Xin with a look of disgust.
The place to sleep is even more rudimentary than the place I stayed last night. At least yesterday there were big trees providing shade and a gentle breeze, but today it's right next to a mountain, and the wind howls as soon as I stop, which sounds really strange...
She always wears the best clothes and uses the best things at home; she's never suffered like this before…
In reality, Wen Xin completely ignored her. Ever since Mo Qing and Ji Muhan's incident, Wen Xin had only spoken to her briefly by the river, and no one here had ever seriously spoken to her again...
"I'm sorry, Sister Gao, it's too much of a hardship for you to sleep like this. We can't afford to support a delicate young lady like you. Why don't you go back to those armed men?" Qi Guang couldn't stand it anymore and said sarcastically.
The girl complained about this and that the whole way, as if nothing could catch her eye, and she was the most noble person in the world…
Can't she put in a little more effort?
She didn't push Mo Qing down on purpose, but from morning until now, he hadn't seen a trace of remorse on her face, only heard her constant complaining.
Seeing Qi Guang's smile but undisguised contempt in his eyes, Gao Xiaoxiao immediately became furious. "Isn't your duty as soldiers to protect our people? Otherwise, what's the point of us paying so many taxes every year?"
"Do you really think we owe you something? You've been throwing a tantrum the whole way." Mengzi has always had a bad temper, and the fact that she's put up with it this long is already more than enough.
Still need to pay taxes?
Who cares about the stinking money of these rich girls? Even if they pay taxes, it goes to the government; it has nothing to do with them, right?
They are not allowed to have any personal feelings towards the hostages unless they are on a mission.
He would have killed her the moment the captain jumped into the water, that stupid and vicious woman.
The captain and the others are now missing, their fates unknown, and their whereabouts are unknown. How dare she still have the nerve to complain here?
Mengzi gave a sinister smile, looking at her with a grotesque expression, and warned her in a chilling tone, "You'd better pray that the captain and the others are safe and sound, otherwise I'll chop you up and feed you to the fish!"
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