Chapter 353: The Angry Warlord of the Republic of China vs. the Educated and Well-mannered Daughter from Overseas
Si Jinnian glanced at the servants around him and said in a deep voice:
"Everyone go down."
The servants quietly left the living room, leaving only Quan Jiu and Si Jinnian in the large empty living room.
Quan Jiu sat elegantly on the edge of the sofa, her legs tilted sideways. Her beautiful legs reflected the light whitely. She smiled silently and suddenly said meaningfully:
"The servants have left. Does this mean that the Third Master wants to apply the medicine to me personally?"
She suspected that she and Si Jinnian were incompatible. Otherwise, why would every time someone tried to assassinate him, they would end up harming innocent people and dragging her into trouble again and again?
Last time she was shot, and this time the wound burst. Although they were minor problems, she was always implicated by others, and she felt very angry.
Si Jinnian's tone was calm, as authoritarian as ever:
"Take it off."
Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly, trying hard to suppress the smile on his lips:
"Third Master, this isn't good. I'm still engaged."
Although she had already unilaterally withdrawn from the marriage.
When Si Jinnian heard her words, he suddenly looked up at her. The man's dark eyes were sharp and keen, just like his whole person, just like a cold knife unsheathed in the rugged sunlight, or like a ferocious beast lurking waiting for an opportunity to attack.
"You don't want me to come, so you want Li Yang to come?"
In fact, he had no intention of applying the medicine to her himself. The maid was waiting at the door. As long as he spoke, someone would apply the medicine for her. But this woman was always ungrateful and had to mention Li Yang at this time. Since she cared about Li Yang so much, why did she tease him every time?
Si Jinnian disdained to say such hypocritical words. He opened the medicine box roughly and skillfully picked up the bandage with his big hands, which were calloused from holding guns for many years.
"Should I come or will you?"
During the war, he had seen thousands of corpses, let alone naked bodies. It was just a matter of applying medicine to the shoulder. In his eyes, Quan Jiu was just a piece of white pork belly.
Quan Jiu was a real troublemaker: "I don't want to be here, there are people everywhere outside."
"Pretentious."
Si Jinnian impatiently gave a two-word evaluation.
Isn’t this environment good enough?
If a war really breaks out, there won’t be any magnificent buildings, not even a wall or a piece of straw in the wilderness.
He frowned, instinctively expressing his disapproval of women, who were delicate and trouble-making creatures.
"Go upstairs."
He finally gave in. The reason was simple: her wound burst, and he had an unshirkable responsibility. Moreover, Quan Jiu reminded him in time, allowing him to successfully avoid the woman's sneak attack.
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bedroom.
Quan Jiu sat on the large dark blue bed, his tone of surprise and a hint of a smile.
"Third Master, this room isn't yours, is it?"
The whole room is decorated in cool colors. One wall is covered with medals and colorful flowers with five-pointed stars, while various photos and trophies are neatly arranged in the closet.
Si Jinnian ignored her and just took out the hemostatic cotton and tools.
Quan Jiu didn't act pretentiously and just unbuttoned her cheongsam.
One really dares to take off her clothes, and the other really dares to look.
The cheongsam was piled up on her chest, and the wound was below her left shoulder, close to her heart.
Si Jinnian began to disinfect her with an expressionless face. The reddish-brown disinfectant stained her snow-white skin, which was dazzling and eye-catching, like a fine painting that had been splashed with thick ink.
When the cotton swab touched the wound, Quan Jiu frowned slightly. Si Jinnian noticed her reaction and frowned even tighter than hers.
"I'm already very gentle."
It can be said that he didn't use any strength at all. In the past, when he applied medicine to his men, he was rough and just poured half a bottle of medicine on them, and then wrapped them with bandages. In the camp, any man who dared to cry out in pain was a coward.
Quan Jiu disagreed: "Third Master, I am not one of your men."
Si Jinnian: "If my men were as delicate as you, I would have shot them to death long ago."
Rather than giving your head to the enemy, it is better to die at the hands of your own people. At least you can die quickly and leave your body intact.
Quan Jiu grabbed the collar of her cheongsam with one hand to prevent it from falling off:
"Third Master, has anyone ever told you that you are irritable?"
Angry, rude, and unromantic.
Si Jinnian's tone remained unchanged: "I only know that many people say I'm handsome."
Quan Jiu: “…”
After disinfecting the wound, Si Jinnian began to bandage her. He stood up with the medical bandage in his hand. From his perspective, the woman was covering her chest with her clothes. Her back and arms, without a piece of fabric, were smooth and shone with a soft light.
His Adam's apple rolled unnaturally, and his hand holding the bandage tightened a little, but he pretended to be calm and continued to bandage her.
"After you go back, be careful not to get the wound wet."
Quan Jiu raised one arm to facilitate the bandage passing through the armpit:
"Is the Third Master so considerate towards other women?"
Si Jinnian: “…”
There were no other women at all.
The camp was full of shirtless rough men. Many times, he might not even see a woman for half a month, let alone get close to one.
"Thoughtful? Weren't you complaining about me being irritable and rude just now?"
He tied a beautiful knot around the wound.
Quan Jiu started to lift the clothes: "Two different things."
Sometimes it's okay to be rude.
Si Jinnian turned around, giving her private space to get dressed. After a long time, so long that he thought Quan Jiu had fallen asleep, he suddenly heard a loud knocking sound behind him.
"What's wrong?"
The person behind him didn't say anything.
Si Jinnian frowned and spoke again, but the person behind him still didn't move. He was worried that she might have fainted, and finally couldn't help but turn his head.
When he turned around, he saw the woman standing at the head of the bed with her back to him, dressing in a twisted and awkward posture. The soft waist that he could pinch until it swelled ten times in one night was exposed to the air, revealing its true face to him.
Quan Jiu heard the noise and turned around. When she found where Si Jinnian was looking, she cried out in shock and cursed him as a "hooligan"!
Si Jinnian knew that she was afraid of tearing the wound, so she couldn't put on her clothes normally. He turned back slowly:
"Do you need me to find a servant?"
Quan Jiu: "No need to go to such trouble, come and lend a hand."
Si Jinnian: “……?”
"Close your eyes, don't peek, and hold your hand out."
She arrogantly commands the real master of this Jincheng.
Si Jinnian: “…”
He closed his eyes, turned around and stretched out his hand.
The next second, he felt a soft touch wrapping around the back of his hand.
The woman's hands were as soft as a ball of cotton, completely different from his big hands covered with calluses. Just by holding them gently, he felt that his calluses would rub her tender skin.
Quan Jiu held his hand and asked him to hold up her left sleeve:
"I'm afraid of pulling the wound. This arm is weak. Please pull me hard."
It is really troublesome to wear cheongsam.
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