Chapter 9 Ambiguity

How can I listen to it at this moment? Originally full of resentment, he was rejected by Yaer. These long-eyed ruffians still appeared in front of me desperately. What made me even more angry was that they flirted with Yaer in front of me!

Turning my head, I punched the guy who stabbed me fiercely. Suddenly, the man turned over and spewed out nosebleed.

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For a short time, I gasped and stood bloody among the seven or eight people lying on the ground. Yaer ran over in panic, hugged my bleeding right arm, and cried, "Wind! Why are you so impulsive? Aren't you just a few hooligans? Just a few words. Why do you want to fight? You look like you're hurt..."

I turned my head and looked at my wound, and then at Yaer, who was in tears. The tears made Yaer's heavy makeup colorful, which was very ugly. The wound is very painful, but I won't shout. I have suffered more serious injuries than this in the army. I don't take anesthetics when sewing needles, because I'm a scout!

I stared at Yaer and said to her, "I don't allow anyone to hurt you!" Absolutely not! I didn't protect you before, but now I want to make it up.

Yaer was silent, but she cried more and muttered, "It's late. Everything is late. What did you do three years ago..."

I was caught by Ya'er again, speechless.

Yaer wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, took her Kun bag, took out the wallet from it, and took out a thick pile of 100-yuan banknotes. She divided it into two parts, one part was handed over to the boss, and part was thrown on the ground fiercely. Then he took me away.

At Yaer's house, on the sofa, I took off my coat and showed my strong muscles. There was a plate in front of me, which was a ball of blood-red cotton.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Yaer asked me anxiously.

"It's okay. Go and get more alcohol. If you don't have alcohol, give me white wine." With that, I reached out and held the handle of the fruit knife, gritted my teeth, endured the pain of my heart, and slowly pulled it out. My facial expression is extremely distorted and deformed. Ya'er was in a daze, and her mouth was so big that she didn't know how to close it.

I said to her with difficulty, "Don't beg, go and get me the alcohol. I'm about to pull it out!"

Yaer recovered in a hurry and ran away.

The wound was very deep, and the guy was so cruel that he stabbed me like that. Finally, I pulled out the knife. I threw the fruit knife that was still stained with my blood. I took a bottle of white wine handed over by Yaer, and I fell on the wound!

"Ah..." I let out a low roar. Indeed, it still hurts.

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When I finished eliminating the poison, I sewed the wound by myself and bandaged it with the help of Yaer. It had been more than an hour later. I was a little tired and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already night. I found that my head was resting on Yaer's thigh. She was wiping the sweat on my body with a towel, because the wound was still painful.

Yaer's movements were very gentle. She was still as gentle as before, and her eyes were also as attached. I saw the real Yaer, and saw the previous Yaer. I was a little confused. I raised my uninjured left hand and stroked Yaer's face.

This time, Yaer did not dodge and obediently matched my arm and bent down. She lowered her head and kissed me deeply. The kiss was very long.

I turned over and pressed Yaer under my body. I kissed Yaer fiercely, crazily, almost ventingly, and stroked Yaer's whole body. My hands swam unscrupulously in any part of Yaer's body, kissing, biting, sucking and licking. I took off Yaer's clothes one by one. She gently closed her eyes and the corners of her eyes. Two lines of tears slipped down. Why does she cry?

Maybe I haven't had such a chance to make out with the opposite sex for many years, and I'm a little depressed. I didn't think about why Yaer shed tears at all. When I took off Yar's last coat, I saw many dense needle eyes on Yar's arm.

I didn't ask much. I just felt that my body was burning like a fire at this time. It was very hot. I held the two pink buds on Yaer's chest that I hadn't touched again for many years. I kissed them affectionately and spread to my mouth, but it was very different from a few years ago, as if there was more smoke and dust. But Ya'er couldn't help moaning softly...

I quickly took off my blood-stained camouflage trousers and tore off Yar's little white women's underwear rudely and anxiously...