Chapter 143: That One Touching Rosy Glow!

  Qin Luo comes from a medical family and has undergone traditional Chinese family education since childhood, with good ideological cultivation and moral outlook.

  He is a very introverted man. Otherwise, with his face that can be compared to an idol star and the hard condition of being from a wealthy family who never lacks money, how could he still have that shameful virgin line on his arm?

  Yes, just like a woman has her hymen, men also have their "virgin line".

  There is a medical book that proves, on the inside of a boy's elbow joint, about an inch towards the palm, there is a line similar to a knife scar or fingernail scratch. This line is generally very obvious and is called the virgin line. If one has had sex, this line will disappear.

  Of course, some people have dozens of them on their arms. Don't be surprised, it's not a virgin line, it's just because you've gained weight recently.

  Qin Luo is traditional. He's still a virgin. But this doesn't mean that when a girl takes off her clothes in front of him, he has the right to slap her and say, "How can you be so promiscuous?"

  Of course, Qin Luo couldn't bear to part with Xiao Yan either.

  Men's psychology is very strange. They all hope that their own wife wears more and better clothes, while other people's wives wear less and worse clothes.

  Is it possible for you to take action when someone else's wife or an unmarried woman is so generous as to undress in front of you?

  Li is a woman with a strong personality. When she doesn't want to see you, even if you kneel down and beg her, it's useless.

  But when she decides to let you see it, closing your eyes is useless.

  She "whooshed" open the zipper of her leather jacket and took it off, tossing it onto the sofa.

  Apart from a black shoulder strap with a white silk embroidered skull on her undershirt, her upper body was bare.

  To be honest, her figure is a bit thin, not as plump and full as Lin Xiangxi's, nor as sexy and fiery as Lian Qincheng's. But she has her own unique charm.

  Thin, but every inch of skin seemed to be marinated, emitting a captivating malt color.

  Her skeleton is symmetrical, her waist is slender. Her chest, which has received sufficient exercise, is not considered large, but it is very upright and solid, forming a sharp contrast with her lean figure.

  Most importantly, her collarbone was as delicate as a butterfly's.

  "Hey, what are you looking at?" The knife suddenly reappeared in his hand, gesturing as if to dig out Qin Luo's eyes.

  Qin Luoyi reluctantly moved her gaze away from her chest and asked, "Where do you want me to treat? Although acupuncture and massage can enhance the bust, your chest isn't small either. Is it really necessary?"

  "Who told you to give people a full chest?" Li Yi was furious and wanted to throw a knife.

  "Then where do you want me to treat?" Qin Luo asked curiously.

  She glared fiercely at Qin Luo for a moment, then turned around and faced her back to him.

  The good light of the optical fiber pours in through the transparent glass window, like a spotlight on stage, and also shines brightly on the back of the distant mountains.

  At the moment he saw Qing Lian's back clearly, Qin Luo's eyes couldn't help but flicker.

  To be honest, when Qin Luo saw Li's body in front of him, both his body and mind were filled with lust. That was the most natural reaction a man could have towards a beautiful and sexy woman.

  To make matters worse, Qin Luo was still a virgin and couldn't withstand this level of teasing.

  But when he saw her back, this fiery passion and high-strung emotion suddenly vanished into thin air. His whole person was as if it had suddenly stepped into a vacuum, giving people the feeling of plummeting down at high speed and then falling to the bottom of a valley.

  The dull red old thread of wound sutures, the circular depression left after the bullet was taken out, those faint or deep marks -----

  The most frightening thing is a wound that slants down from the shoulder blade. This wound is long and deep, almost reaching the waistline. The color of the scar is still dark red, it seems to have been injured by someone within the past year.

  Just by looking at this scar, Qin Luo could feel the ferocity and intensity of the battle at that time. What kind of person would be so ruthless as to harm a young and beautiful girl like her?

  The wounds on her back were not as severe as those on the Dragon King's body, but they appeared on a young girl in her early twenties, making them even more shocking and disturbing.

  "Can it be cured?" Li asked.

  A woman from a special forces background, has a rather indifferent view of gender differences. We often see in movies and TV dramas that some US military units have male and female soldiers bathing together.

  In the heat of battle, your comrades are your most reliable partners. Back-to-back cover or using one's body as a shield, all require tight reliance on each other. And these, have nothing to do with emotional desire.

  But standing in front of Qin Luo like this still feels a bit unnatural.

  She saw Qin Luo's prolonged silence and thought he was shocked by her wound.

  Qin Luo didn't answer her question, but instead stretched out a finger to lightly touch the scar on her back and asked with a sympathetic expression: "Does it hurt?"

  "It doesn't hurt." Lidi's body trembled slightly as she replied.

  Logically speaking, at this time she should have chopped off his fingers with a knife.

  This son of a bitch, actually dares to take advantage of his own convenience at this time.

  But she didn't think of such a thing in her mind. Not even a hint of thought.

  Li thought for a moment and replied with a gloomy face: "It hurts."

  Not being a corpse or a genetically modified warrior, with knives cutting into flesh and bullets lodging in the gaps between bones, how can one not feel pain?

  But what's the use of pain?

  They wore thick camouflage uniforms, darting through the dense forest, jumping into nearly mouth-deep stinky ditches to move stealthily, eating hard-to-swallow biscuits and compressed beef as hard as stones - can't it hurt?

  They are soldiers. They fight to protect the land that nourishes countless compatriots. Their superiors tell them 'soldiers bleed but do not cry'. As long as they are not dead, they must continue to get up and fight.

  So what if it hurts?

  She is an orphan. Was raised by the Dragon King. No friends, only comrades.

  She can't run to find her friends to complain about the rashes on her body because of wearing camouflage clothes, saying that her skin is getting worse and there are small pimples on her face, what to do?

  She can't run back and throw herself into her mother's arms after being shot or stabbed, crying that she never wants to go again. Never wants to go again.

  She can't!!!!!

  They are a group of lone wolves who comfort and protect each other when they're hurt. Even if the pain makes them want to cry, they grit their teeth and persevere.

  When everyone around you is just like you, you'll also feel that the hardships you're enduring aren't that bad.

  That's why he first said it didn't hurt and then changed his words to say it did hurt.

  Painful. But she's numb. Or rather, used to it.

  Qin Luo's heart felt like it was being pressed down by something, giving him a feeling of shortness of breath. His tear glands, which were not well-developed, somehow felt moist.

  When he was proud of being able to save Chinese medicine, why didn't he think that there were people who were using their youth, their bodies, and their lives to save this country?

  What does it matter what I have done compared to them?

  Taking a deep breath, he calmed down the various emotions in his heart. Qin Luo smiled and said, "It can be cured."

  He casually pushed open a room, then pulled over a sheet and spread it on the sofa, saying to Li: "You lie on it."

  She looked at Qin Luo with a puzzled expression, then obediently lay down on the sofa.

  Qin Luo bent down and reached out to undo the buttons on her inner clothes.

  "Whoosh."

  A dagger was pressed against Qin Luo's neck, and Li Nu said angrily: "What do you want to do?"

  "I'll help you recover from your illness. Trust me, I will definitely cure you." Qin Luo said with a smile, his eyes were extremely sincere.

  If he had been threatened with a knife like this before, he would have been very angry. But now, he couldn't get angry at all in his heart.

  He spoiled her like a little sister at home, letting her be willful and throw tantrums.

  Staring seriously at Qin Luo's eyes, seeing that there was no evil intention, he coldly snorted and said: "I think you can't do anything either."

  This sentence is a bit hurtful. What she means is that even if Qin Luo wants to take action, it's simply impossible for him to succeed. Because he's not even his own opponent.

  "I didn't think of doing anything either." Qin Luo said with a smile. He patted Li's shoulder and said, "Lie down, I'll help you treat it."

  He put down the knife and fell onto the sofa once again.

  There are some things that men can always figure out on their own.

  Although it was his first time helping a woman unhook her bra, Qin Luo still managed to finish quickly.

  Her bra strap came undone, and the two mounds of flesh in front were suddenly released. Fortunately, she was lying on the sofa, covering up most of her spring scenery.

  However, it was pressed between her body weight and the sofa, and the squeezed-out flesh still gave him a great visual feast.

  Qin Luo used alcohol to disinfect Li's body, helped Li's back disinfect, and then disinfected the blade that was just used. Carefully and carefully, he opened up the scar on Li's originally scabbed wound.

  "You can be strong in front of others, but in front of me... you can be a little softer. If it hurts, you can cry out." Qin Luoshan reminded kindly. In fact, according to medical theory, suppressing pleasure and pain is an unhealthy behavior.

  This is also why many people feel much better after crying when they encounter difficulties.

  No anesthesia, no sedation. The pain of this cut was almost as much as Guan Yu's bone-scraping treatment back then.

  "Why should I be weak in front of you?" Li Mian said, her head buried in the sofa, stubbornly enduring the pain on her back.

  "Because I'm your brother." Qin Luo said with a smile.

  He fell silent. He hadn't spoken for a long time.

  From start to finish, she didn't make a sound.

  But on the white bed sheet where she was buried, there were signs of being dampened. It's unknown whether it was sweat from pain or tears from emotion.

  Qin Luo glanced at the porcelain bottle of Golden Cocoon Nourishing Cream on the tea table and thought to herself, this time it's probably going to be used up completely.

  But Qin Luo didn't feel heartbroken at all.

  Today I splurged a fortune, just for a smile from a beauty. I'm also enjoying the feeling of being a prodigal son for once.

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