Chapter 1882: Wounds

The pretty boy’s actions weren’t exactly gentle, and as the sky darkened with no lights around, his hands were rough. He probably touched the woman’s wound because she gave a muffled groan and rolled off the seat. Luckily, the pretty boy blocked her with his leg and pushed her back with his knee.

Yaen Chi furrowed his brows, stepped out of the car, and took out a pack of cigarettes. Most of the cigarettes were soaked in blood. He found a relatively clean one from the corner, though there were blood spots near the tobacco. He simply pinched off that part, tapped the filter end on a curled knuckle, then skillfully lit the cigarette. The remaining half pack wasn’t smokable, so he tossed it out.

It was a while before the pretty boy came over. His hands were smeared with blood. There was a river nearby, and he went there to wash up, returning with a bucket.

“You’re hurt too. Aren’t you going to do something about it?”

Yaen Chi glanced at him, “Is she okay now?”

“Don’t know. Did everything I could. The medical supplies are all here. Nothing life-threatening. Going to the hospital is the same deal and might even get us noticed. We’d be better off just making do here for the night.”

The pretty boy couldn’t be bothered to delve deeper, but his words lacked conscience. It seemed less like he was worried about the woman’s safety and more about his own predicament.

“Got any smokes left?” he asked.

Yaen Chi squinted, took a drag from the cigarette hanging from his mouth, then took it out and handed it to him with two fingers.

The pretty boy sneered, “If you don’t want to give it, just don’t. Who the hell are you insulting, calling me grandpa? If we indirectly kiss, does that mean I’m bent now?”

“It’s just half a cigarette left; don’t smoke if you don’t want to,” Yaen Chi said disdainfully, “I don’t fancy you.”

As soon as he said that, a head and a face full of grievances immediately drew close.

“As if I fancy you either!”

Yaen Chi raised an eyebrow, and the pretty boy quickly shrank back, snatching the cigarette from his hand, took a drag but ended up choking on the mixed taste of blood in his mouth.

He was about to complain, but looking at his hands, the blame lay more with the bloody smell on them, rather than the cigarette. Even after washing, the smell lingered.

“Forget it.”

He stuck the cigarette in his mouth, snorting, “Might as well smoke it, what else can I do?”

Yaen Chi ignored him, rummaging through the medicine box for some supplies. The injury on his hand was minor; during the crash, his waist hit the car door, and he got two cuts from broken window glass.

He turned on the flashlight, directed it at the wound, and used tweezers to pick out the glass shards embedded in it.

“Whoa!”

The pretty boy almost jumped, “The wound’s that bad, and you just endured it all this way?”

“Cut some gauze for me,” Yaen Chi said.

“You’re amazing, absolutely amazing. How can you put up with it so well? Not a single groan throughout the ride. If it were me, I’d have been howling from the pain…”

Yaen Chi raised his eyes, furrowing his brow tightly, “Jealous? I can pick up the glass and cut a wound in your waist too, then stuff it back in.”

“No, I’m fragile, I can’t take it.”

Yaen Chi kicked the medicine box over to him, “Quit yapping, start finding.”

“Okay!”

The pretty boy found a roll of gauze. After Yaen Chi finished treating the wound, he leaned in to wrap it, layer by layer. When he got to the final wrap, he sneakily glanced at the back of Yaen Chi’s head, and while tying the knot, purposely tightened it.

The next second, his arm was grabbed. He was spun mid-air, not even seeing how Yaen Chi moved. Like lifting a chick, even while sitting, Yaen Chi managed an over-the-shoulder throw.