After taking a shower, Gu Chijin brushed his teeth and cleaned himself up before returning to his room.
When he opened the door, he saw Shi Qi holding a bottle of alcohol. Gu Chijin's heart, which had been silent for two or three hours, came back to life.
"To be on the safe side, let's disinfect it."
Raising the alcohol bottle in his hand, Shi Qi scanned his body and said hesitantly:
"Where are you injured? Do you need me to move aside for a moment?"
She didn't know where Grandpa Gu hit him. If it was his butt, she would go to the living room and wait to compare prices.
As he asked, Shi Qi wanted to laugh again.
"No, the injury is on my back. I can't reach it. I might need your help."
There was a gleam in her eyes, and without waiting for Shi Qi to refuse, she turned her back and began to unbutton her clothes.
Shi Qi held the bottle of alcohol and watched the man quickly take off his shirt. He was so nervous that he didn't know where to put his hands.
Throwing away his clothes, the man's bronze skin shone brightly under the light. Large shoe prints overlapped on his flesh, covering his entire back. The serious areas had broken skin and were bleeding, which was a shocking sight.
Shi Qi's hand holding the alcohol suddenly tightened. Seeing that the injury on his back was so serious, he felt bad. He could obviously explain it.
As long as he told Grandpa about the evil deeds the original owner had done in the compound, Grandpa Gu would not hit him hard even if he beat him.
He was beaten like this, and it was obvious that he took all the responsibility.
Biting the corner of his lip, the smile on Shi Qi's face faded, and a corner of his heart was faintly touched.
This man also began to protect her in front of his family.
"What's wrong? Is it scary?"
After a long while without any movement, Gu Chijin realized something and started to comfort him:
"Don't worry, they're just superficial injuries. They just look serious, but they'll be fine in a couple of days."
He had suffered countless injuries in the army, and in his eyes, this little injury was not worth mentioning.
Exhaling, Shiqi raised his hand and poured the alcohol on his upper back.
Watching the alcohol flow down along the back muscles, gradually seeping into every inch of the wound, a trace of heartache flashed in her eyes, and she whispered to him:
"Does it hurt?"
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