Quick Transmigration: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

Chapter 228 Blasphemy (16)

It was already very late when he got home. He went to the police station to record a statement and was given a few words of verbal reprimand for being too harsh before leaving.

The blood that was accidentally stained on the body was washed away, and the damaged skin on the finger bones turned white. The place where the forearm received the steel pipe was bruised and the bone seams were torn apart.

Everything else was fine, but he couldn't hide the bruise on his face. He stood at the door, afraid to go in.

The black peaked cap was fastened on the top of his head, the brim of the hat was pressed very low, Ning Huai lowered his head and opened the door——

The fluffy rabbit slippers appeared in his lowered gaze, and he paused as he entered the door.

"Why is it so late today?" There was no question in the cold voice, as if he was just asking casually, not wanting to get an answer.

He didn't answer in a hurry. The boy's voice raised his head slightly happily, "Why are you waiting for me at the door today, sister?"

"Your breath is always outside the door."

Ning Huai said nothing.

"I saw the injuries on your body."

He was speechless.

The thin young man took off the peaked cap on his head, raised his head, and said under the corners of his raised lips, "Sure enough, I still can't hide it from my sister."

The light at the entrance clearly reflected the purple scars on his face, and the hand holding the brim of his hat was a little unsteady.

Ruan Ruan walked inside first and sat on the sofa waiting for him to come over.

The boy's body temperature spread from his side. When he sat down, Ning Huai was a head taller than her, and the top of his soft hair almost reached his chin.

The distance between the two is not very close.

He looked down at her hair and said, "Sister, I just don't want you to know that I got into a fight with someone."

Her voice was slightly hoarse, "And I don't want you to see me like I am now. It's too ugly, isn't it?" She said this, but she didn't mean to put on the peaked cap to cover up, exposing everything in front of her eyes.

She replied seriously, "Fortunately, I can restore you now."

It was indeed okay. Ning Huai was born well. The scars on his face did not damage his appearance, but instead made him feel broken.

"Does it hurt?"

The divine power appeared silently in his palm, but was grabbed by a big hand with clear joints. He suddenly looked generous and said, "Sister, do you feel sorry for me?"

But I didn't expect to get a positive answer.

He was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but retract his hand that grabbed her palm. He had been deliberately avoiding any physical contact with her for these days, and it wasn't until today that he realized that he was so unwilling.

He told himself that he could control those thoughts, so why not physical contact, it was nothing.

He closed his fingertips and pinched her palm again.

His palm was wide, and the slender Rou Yi was almost completely wrapped in his palm. "I can't heal yet. Many people have seen my injury."

How difficult is this?

Divine power flowed through his body, quickly repairing the damage inside him, but there was no change on the surface, and the pain eased.

"Sister, you are so good to me." This way he will only push his limits.

Invisible moisture appeared in Ning Huai's eyes, blurring her beautiful face. He acted coquettishly, almost leaning against her body, "I still hurt, sister, can you give me some medicine?"

The yellow iodine stained a large mark on his face, which even looked a bit funny from a distance. However, he didn't seem to be aware of it at all. He was dangling in front of Ruan Ruan with this face on his face, a look on his face. His smile was bright and warm, and he was so happy that he showed his white teeth.

Looks like it's worthless.

(End of this chapter)