Ye Jian subconsciously tried to touch the thorn, and then she suddenly staggered into his arms, and while she threw herself into his arms, she heard his low voice helplessly say, “You still want to touch it? Do you want it to pierce deeper so you can keep a memory of it?”
Seeing her injured, he felt distressed no matter how serious or minor the injury was.
Although he knew it was inevitable, his heart still hurt.
He wanted to put her in his palm, love her and take care of her, but he had to let go of his hands for professional reasons, watch her getting hurt, watch her suffer, watch her go through her difficulties all the time.
People said that there was no rainbow without wind and rain. As special soldiers, they might not be able to see the rainbow after their ups and downs because in the next second, it might be eternal darkness, and the sun would never be seen again.
Both of them were special soldiers who walked on the blade through wind and rain. They were calm facing their injuries, but they felt very distressed when their partner was the one injured.
He knew how much pain she felt when she saw the wound on his waist, and he also knew how worried she was when he suddenly disappeared without any news.
Ye Jian didn’t touch her wound anymore. She threw herself into his arms with a smile, “It’s better not to remember this kind of injury. But the injury on your body, now that’s a memory.”
Listening to her nonchalant tone, Xia Jinyuan felt deeply bitter in his heart.
He wanted to protect her well so that she wouldn’t have any injuries. He also wanted to face the war for her so that all the dangers were borne by him, and she only needed to stand behind him.
He wanted things to be like that, but all of this was just a thought.
He lowered his head and gently kissed the girl who didn’t want to get up from his arms. His warm lips pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, “Brave Little Fox, let’s pick out the thorns first, and then you can hug me when we get to the bed.”
Let her hug him in the bed again… Ye Jian glanced at the 1.5-meter double bed from the corner of her eye. He was about 1.8 meters tall; he had to be curled up to lie on it.
The curtains were drawn in the room. Xia Jinyuan turned on the bedside lamp and took a closer look at the two thorns that pierced at the corner of her eye, fearing it was a bit deep.
He used a needle to suture the wound that was sterilized in alcohol. His fingers lightly pressed the corners of her eyes as his deep and gloomy eyes stared at the deep thorns, then he said softly, “The thorns are a little bit deep. Picking it out will cause pain; bear with me.”
The stabbing was an instant pierced into the flesh, so it didn’t cause much pain, especially when she was fully engaged in combat; she didn’t even feel the stabbing cut on her face.
At this moment, using a needle to pick out the thorn that was pierced into her flesh was indeed a bit painful. The needle lightly touched the hard thorn, and Xia Jinyuan saw Ye Jian’s long, curly eyelashes tremble. He subconsciously blew at the wound to reduce the pain, and coaxed softly, “There, there, it’s not hurting too bad, all right, bear with me, shh, it won’t hurt after a while.”
The tone of his coaxing was as if he was treating a three-year-old child, and it made Ye Jian couldn’t help laughing. With a smile, the apple muscles on her face moved the corners of her eyes, making Xia Jinyuan quickly take the needle in his hand away to avoid poking her eyes.
“Be serious, don’t laugh.” He pretended to be angry, bluffed his face to speak, and broke his work in less than two seconds.
Then he returned to his gentleness and continued to coax, “It will be well soon. It’s not just two thorns, but three.”
“It’s stuck in your flesh for too long and soaked in rain water for a few hours. The wound is also very close to the corner of your eye. We have to treat it so it won’t hurt the eye with suppuration.”
Usually, he had no time to take care of her, but now he was by her side. As a boyfriend, he naturally had to take care of her carefully.
Ye Jian didn’t move any more. The pointy needle still touched the edge of her eyelash roots. She was not afraid that the suppuration would hurt her eyes, but she was afraid that she would laugh again, and the needle would accidentally poke her eyes.
