Traveling back thirty years to Conan, intercepting Princess Eri

Chapter 189 Fragrant and smooth!

Sharon Wynyard raised her hand and pushed Lin Xiuyi, trying to separate their bodies, but she didn't expect that this time she touched Lin Xiuyi's injured area.

Lin Xiuyi groaned in pain, his body trembled instinctively, and his muscles tensed instantly.

Sharon Wynyard also felt the sticky blood in her hand and suddenly retracted her hand as if it was scalded.

She suddenly remembered that the other party had suffered such a serious injury in order to save her. The anger in her heart dissipated without a trace, and was replaced by deep guilt and emotion.

"Does it hurt?"

Sharon Wynyard's voice softened unusually, with a barely perceptible hint of guilt.

"It's okay." Lin Xiuyi panted, trying to make his voice sound calmer, but the trembling of his body still revealed his pain.

Although Sharon Wynyard couldn't see the changes in the other person's expression, she guessed from the tone of his voice that Lin Xiuyi's face must be distorted with pain.

"Idiot, do I need your protection?"

Although he was cursing, his tone was no longer as sharp as before, but instead had a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

Sharon Wynyard suddenly raised her hand and hugged the boy above her into her arms.

Lin Xiuyi had been holding on, trying not to fall completely on the other person.

But Sharon Wynyard's sudden strong hug caught him off guard and he experienced the facial cleanser firsthand.

Lin Xiuyi's face was buried in something soft, and he had difficulty breathing. He couldn't help but let out a few muffled groans.

"With such a massive landslide, someone will definitely come to investigate," Sharon Wynyard reassured him. "And your friends on the crew will definitely come looking for us when they find out we haven't returned."

"Wuwuwu..." Lin Xiu struggled at first, trying to break free from the awkward hug, but the pain and fatigue in his body made his struggle seem a little powerless.

"Hey, didn't you just say you were a man?" Sharon Wynyard chuckled, a hint of ridicule in her tone, "Why are you getting impatient now? Isn't it only there that..."

Lin Xiuyi used all his strength and finally raised his head, panting and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?"

"Uh..." Sharon Wynyard finally realized that she had used too much force in her hands because she was so moved.

Her face heated up slightly, and although no one could see in the dark, she still felt a little embarrassed.

"sorry."

After apologizing, in order to change the subject, Sharon Wynyard suddenly thought of something.
"Little ghost, I have a way to help you treat your wound."

Before Lin Xiuyi could react, he heard the sound of cloth being torn in the dark space: "What are you doing?"

"...Close your eyes!" Sharon Wynyard's voice was unusually shy, but she continued with her movements.

In fact, given the current environment in the car, even if Lin Xiu opened his eyes wide, he could not see anything.

Soon, Sharon Wynyard completely tore open the long-sleeved top inside her coat and pulled it off.

Her movements were smooth and decisive, as if she had turned back into the witch who dominated the Black Organization.

"Kid, hold it in!"

After giving the reminder, the blonde beauty just lay under Lin Xiuyi, rubbing his body with her hands in the dark, and using her shirt to bandage the wound bit by bit.

Her fingers moved gently on Lin Xiuyi's back, her movements gentle and skillful. A quarter of an hour later, Sharon Wynyard checked and confirmed that the wound on Lin Xiuyi's back was almost covered by the cloth, and then she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Thanks," Lin Xiuyi said with mixed feelings.

"You can save me regardless of the danger, so what if I tear some clothes?" Sharon Wynyard chuckled, with a hint of teasing and tenderness in her tone. "If you are tired, just lean on me. You don't have to force yourself."

Lin Xiuyi really couldn't hold on any longer. Since the other party said so, he simply fell down again.

This "facial cleanser" is really easy to use, leaving my skin delicate and smooth, and it has a light fragrance...

Huh?
Lin Xiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that the touch was wrong. When he lay down just now, there was still clothes between them.

But now, Sharon Wynyard's shirt had been torn into pieces to bandage his wounds.

Although the blonde beauty was still wearing her trench coat, the top of her coat was open.

When Lin Xiuyi lay down, he could feel the lace of the bra.

He hurriedly tried to look up, but Sharon Wynyard suddenly raised her hand and held him down.

"Don't move. It's already this time. Why do you still care about these things?"

Sharon Wynyard looked at the dark space around her and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

She asked in confusion, "Little ghost, if we were really buried under the mudslide, would you regret it?"

"What do you regret? Saving you?" Lin Xiuyi shook his head and continued to apply facial cleanser. "Even if I didn't save you, my current condition wouldn't be much better."

"In this kind of environment, having someone to talk to is always better than being alone."

"That's true," Sharon Wynyard nodded, with a hint of emotion in her tone, "I never thought that we would die together."

"How can we die so easily?" Lin Xiuyi encouraged, "Didn't you just say that someone would come to rescue us? We'll be fine."

The carriage suddenly fell into silence again. The two were actually not familiar with each other. Apart from knowing some of the witch's life in his previous life, this was the second time Lin Xiuyi saw her in this life.

The same goes for Sharon Wynyard. Although it was Lin Xiuyi who helped her out at the Mihua City Hall last time, their positions were ultimately opposing.

Before, Sharon Wynyard even suspected that Lin Xiuyi had discovered something, which was why he was wary of her.

The two waited in silence for rescue outside, and soon they noticed another problem.

The cabin of this silver Ferrari sports car is not very spacious, and now it is surrounded by mudslides, which means it is essentially sealed.

In this case, the oxygen in the car obviously cannot last long.

"A person breathes about 30 times per minute, inhaling about 0.4L of air each time, which means they consume about 720L of air in an hour."

Lin Xiuyi frowned and did a simple calculation.
"There are two of us, and we consume 1440 liters of air per hour, which is about 1.4 cubic meters of air."

"The interior space of this car is about three to four cubic meters. After deducting the space lost due to deformation of the car body, let's call it three cubic meters."

"So," Sharon Wynyard took over the conversation, her tone a little serious, "If we don't get rescued within two to three hours, the oxygen in the car will be exhausted..."

(End of this chapter)