Chapter 31 How can one fight against four hands? It seems that no matter how he explains, he is still alive...
Iron Hand's calmness, composure, and peace have vanished like streams flowing into the sea; they can no longer be found or discovered.
He was still meticulously applying the medicine to her, but in reality, his mind was completely blank. All that remained in his world was her smooth and delicate body, the strength with which she held him tightly around the waist, and the way she trembled in his arms.
At the same time, he had to do his best to resist the suggestive things she said. For the first time, Iron Hand had the thought that two fists could not fight against four hands.
His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his white undershirt clung to his body, revealing his firm and muscular muscles.
This kind of intense heat cannot be dispelled by strong winds or torrential rain.
He pulled a clean strip of cloth, tilted his head back, wrapped it around his body from the front to the back, and then tied it into a beautiful knot very gently.
His breath fell behind Xuexin's ear, slightly tickling, but more so heavy, hot, and unsteady.
The next sword wound was in his waist.
Tie Shou leaned down even lower, and Xue Xin almost bumped his head on his shoulder and back. His back was smooth and strong, with a very strong sense of wildness and power.
The perspectives are mutual, of course. When Tie Shou bends down and lowers her head, the sweat-drenched dimples on her slender waist are fully exposed.
His hands were already very large, but when they came close to her thin, paper-thin waist, they appeared even larger, thicker, and coarser.
He couldn't help but be secretly surprised; were his hands really that big?
He stared almost blankly at her slender waist as he gently applied the milky white ointment.
As soon as he touched her, she suddenly sat up as if in pain.
As soon as she stood up, her white dress, which was about to fall, started to tumble down like a leaf.
In a panic, Tie Shou instinctively grabbed her waist with one hand.
It's so small it can't be held in one hand.
So tender, so smooth, Iron Hand was almost afraid she would melt in his burning palms.
He used very gentle force, but the difference in their size and strength was too great, so it felt as if he were squeezing them tightly.
In her ear, she pleaded tearfully, "Brother Tie, please don't pinch me!"
Her eyes were red at the corners, as if he had bullied her terribly, and she was breathing slightly heavily.
Iron Hand seemed to wake up and let go of her hand. She tried to back away, but she couldn't move because of the white clothes between them.
The current situation is like putting him on the hot seat of a fire, and he is really not innocent!
Iron Hand was drenched in sweat, his tongue slurred, and he stammered in a flustered and embarrassed manner, "Miss, I...I..."
He really wasn't going to come out!
It seems that no matter how he explains it, he still looks like a lecherous playboy.
No, not like, Iron Hand thought to himself as he looked at the red marks around her porcelain-white waist. His behavior was now no different from that of a lecherous rogue.
Xuexin thought he looked quite cute right now, but she wondered if he was just faking it.
Suddenly, she reached out her right hand and wrapped it around his neck, her beautiful face getting closer and closer until their breaths mingled.
Those eyes were red, both pitiful and alluring. Iron Hand was completely captivated by those eyes, falling into this bottomless pit with nowhere to climb or escape.
He then realized that her hair was already wet.
Her soft, cold hands moved upwards from her waist and abdomen, accompanied by increasingly labored breathing.
Finally, she simply stretched out her well-proportioned hands and gently caught a drop of sweat that had fallen from Iron Hand's sharply defined jawline.
Xue Xin said softly, "Brother Tie, why are you so hot?"
Iron Hand was powerless to answer, unable to answer.
He realized that she was doing it on purpose, deliberately trying to seduce him.
He gazed at her intently, his eyes burning, deep, and filled with tenderness.
When you meet a woman who evokes endless tenderness in you at first sight, you will feel pity for her no matter what she does.
He sighed, helped her tie the last strap, and said gently and calmly, "Don't worry, girl, there's nothing to be afraid of. I, Tie Youxia, will do whatever I promised you, even if it costs me my life. Besides, this is just a small matter. I'm happy to help you... I'm very... happy. Just be yourself."
His words contained an all-encompassing tolerance, just like his thick, strong hands, capable of supporting everything.
Xue Xin was slightly taken aback, not expecting him to think that way and say such things.
She lowered her eyelashes, pondering inwardly which link had gone wrong, and said softly, "Just call me Xuexin."
She didn't express her gratitude and reassurance as she had before. Because she simply couldn't understand how someone could remain unmoved after enduring so much.
She really didn't believe it.
She insisted on...
Xuexin's eyelashes trembled, fluttering like a fan chasing a butterfly, and tears fell like pear blossoms. "Brother Tie, can't you see that I love you?"
Iron Hand's pupils suddenly widened, and the words "Brother Iron, I love you" echoed in his ears over and over again.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of my chest at any moment, and I wanted to run to Xuexin and say, "I love you so much too."
His face was so hot it could heat up a pancake, so when he heard the news, he was naturally overjoyed and excited.
But Xue Xinsheng was so beautiful that she seemed to stand apart from the world.
It made him think, "How could this be?"
This was a delusion he wouldn't even dare to entertain.
His mind was in complete turmoil; all the seasoned experience and skill of a renowned constable had vanished. He stammered in confusion, "Miss Xuexin..."
In reality, he only murmured her name, but he felt that he had said a lot.
Xuexin suddenly pulled his loose collar outwards, and before he could react, her porcelain-white, powdery cheeks were already pressed against his chest.
The richest bronze color and the purest jade white color collide and blend together.
One was as hot as boiling water, the other as cold as porcelain.
Iron Hand's chest heaved violently twice before he closed his eyes and turned away without a second thought, his heart pounding so hard he couldn't utter a single word.
His throat was clearly parched.
Xuexin looked terrible, but her voice trembled as she pitifully said, "Brother Tie, I'm willing."
"No, no..."
Xuexin interrupted his trembling rejection, saying with a plaintive yet alluring tone, "You clearly have feelings for me too."
She paused, her gaze shifting downwards, a slight smile playing on her lips, feigning confusion and shyness as she said, "Besides, you've already..."
Iron Hand's face flushed red, veins bulging, and he almost bit his tongue to death, saying with utter shame, "It's my fault! If I had feelings for you, I would cherish and love you, and I would never do anything to hurt you."
They had only met for the first time. No matter how much they were moved, they shouldn't do it in the middle of nowhere, on such a cold night, with her still injured. If they really did... wouldn't that be the behavior of a beast?
"Miss Xuexin, please put your clothes on quickly, don't catch a cold." He said, his neck flushed with embarrassment, "Our matter, we... we have a long time ahead of us."
No one knew that Xuexin was not actually disappointed; on the contrary, she breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
Sometimes, being pushed off an extreme path by fate is better than too much.
Iron Hand stared at the crack in the ground for an unknown amount of time, until there was no sound behind him.
He knew she must have already dressed, but he still didn't dare turn around or look at her again.
I tried my best to control my emotions, so as not to embarrass myself in front of her or frighten her.
Xuexin sat on the stone table, gazing at his broad back, where the rapid and surging blood flow could be seen from the back of his neck.
For the first time, she looked him up and down carefully.
My gaze suddenly fell on his feet. This man was big and careless, and his shoes were almost bursting open from being soaked in dirty rainwater.
She scoffed inwardly, "Fool."
After a long pause, she composed herself and called out weakly, her voice trembling with tears, "Brother Tie..."
She said nothing more, nor was there any need to say anything more.
The delicate charm emanating from those three words, so full of grievance and tenderness, was enough to make Tie Shou feel as if his heart was being pricked by needles, and he turned around in a panic.
Strands of clear water, mingled with tears, dripped from her chin, meandering like streams down her neck and collarbone, soaking the collar of her white dress, before finally disappearing into the iron hand's palm.
He rushed forward in a panic, splashing water with every step, but he seemed oblivious to it.
Iron Hand frowned, and gently raised his large hands, wanting to wipe away her tears, but not knowing where to begin.
His hand hovered blankly at the corner of her reddened eyes, his heart aching and at a loss for words, he stammered, "W-why are you crying like this?"
The moment he saw her cry, his heart clenched, as if a thin, sharp knife were slicing away at his flesh piece by piece.
Xuexin gently grasped his hand; it was so big and so rough.
"Brother Tie, you don't even want to look at me anymore. My heart aches so much that it stops beating."
Her large, hot hand was pressed against his chest; his heartbeat was indeed light and weak, slow and unsettling.
A quick examination reveals that this person is born with congenital deficiencies and is bedridden with illness. If they do not take good care of themselves, they will likely die young.
Tie Shou could no longer care about being shy. He was having trouble breathing, and his knuckles were white from being squeezed so hard. He said urgently, "How come your body is so weak? Not only is your body as cold as ice, but your heart is also so weak."
Xuexin looked at his eyes full of heartache and choked with tears, saying, "I was born with a life as fragile as a flower. It's only natural that Brother Tie has no feelings for me."
As she spoke, she began to cough as if she couldn't stand the cold wind, coughing so hard that she shivered and her face became even paler.
Iron Hand hurriedly stepped forward and put his arm around her, turning to shield her from the increasingly fierce cold wind.
He could barely contain himself as he said, "How could I possibly have no feelings for you? My feelings for you... my feelings for you have already..."
Poor Iron Hand was not someone who had been tempered by love, and had no idea how to express his feelings.
However, even if he couldn't utter a single word, any passerby could see his affection and sincerity.
Xuexin pretended not to know, her eyes weakly looking at him like hooks, and sobbed, "But you don't care about me at all."
Seeing her crying with tears streaming down her face, Tie Shou's heart broke. He held her tightly in his arms with all his tenderness and pity.
"I was so heartbroken that I couldn't speak."
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