The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 692 Restraint
Her fingertips carefully touched the white bandage wrapped around his chest.

Knowing that his injuries were severe, she gently untied the knots in the bandages and peeled them off layer by layer.

With the last layer of bandages removed, the wounds on his chest and abdomen were completely exposed to the air.

Despite being mentally prepared, Bai Wanwan still couldn't help but gasp and furrow her brows.

His once strong and perfect body was now covered with crisscrossing, hideous scars.

The deepest wound stretched from below the left collarbone all the way to the right rib. Although the skin and flesh around the wound had congealed into a thick, dark brown scab, one could still imagine the horrific scene of the skin being torn open and the bone exposed.

Other wounds of varying sizes were scattered around, some charred marks left by energy burning, others narrow cuts torn by claws, with hardly an inch of intact skin to be found.

This body, like a broken piece of pottery forcibly pieced together, every wound silently telling of the ferocious power he endured to block that fatal blow.

Bai Wanwan watched intently, her heart filled with lingering fear and profound gratitude.

She carefully observed the condition of each scab, pressing very lightly around it with her fingers to feel the condition under the skin and determine whether there was suppuration or abnormal redness and swelling.

She was so focused on her injuries that she didn't notice that above her, Jin Ying (Fu Jinshen)'s gaze was fixed on her.

That gaze was no longer the deep and calm one it usually was, but was filled with complex and indescribable emotions.

There was a deep reluctance, an intense longing, and a pain and yearning that almost overflowed but was forcibly suppressed in his eyes.

He looked at her lowered eyelashes, her pert nose, and her lips slightly pursed in concentration, her unique, sweet, and reassuring scent lingering around his nose.

This scent, this warmth so close at hand, was like a traveler who had been trekking through the desert finally seeing the outline of an oasis, enticing him and calling to him.

He couldn't help but lean slightly closer to her.

Then, just as he got closer and closer to her, Bai Wanwan looked up and met his gaze.

She didn't seem to notice anything amiss. "The wound has scabbed over and isn't infected, but I need to disinfect it and apply another layer of ointment."

"Hmm." He just stared blankly at her moving lips, not even knowing what she was saying.

She composed herself and picked up the iodine solution and common wound medicine that had been prepared nearby.

After disinfecting it first, I used my fingertip to take an appropriate amount and then very gently, little by little, applied it to his dark red scabs and the surrounding swollen skin.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, moistened with the ointment, as she carefully traced and circled his scarred chest and firm waist, ensuring that every wound was covered with the medicine.

Jin Ying (Fu Jinshen) took a light breath and felt no stinging pain as expected.

When her cool and delicate fingertips touched his skin, it felt as if a faint electric current surged through him. Wherever they touched, they stirred not pain, but an indescribable tremor and longing.

The intense pain that had once blurred his consciousness now seemed to be covered and numbed by a more powerful sense.

His body seemed to have broken free from the control of his will, driven by an instinct. Instead of rejecting the touch, he secretly and greedily longed for her fingertips to linger longer, to apply more pressure, and even... to caress more of the unscathed skin.

All his senses seemed to be focused on the small area where her fingertips had traced the skin. The skin there became unusually sensitive, allowing him to clearly feel every line and subtle temperature change in her fingertips. Images of them together, of him holding her tightly in his arms, unconsciously surfaced in his mind.

My breathing became rapid.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you? I'll be gentler then."

"No..." he said in a hoarse voice, looking away, worried that he might frighten her.

He longed to... to reach out and embrace the woman he was willing to protect with his life, to release all his longing, fear, and suppressed emotions.

He wanted to feel her real body temperature, to make sure she was truly safe and sound within his reach.

However, he cannot yet.

His fingers suddenly curled up at his sides, clenching into a tight fist. Due to the force, his knuckles turned bluish-white, and the tiny scabs on the back of his hand even cracked slightly, oozing a trace of bright red blood.

He had to use all his strength to suppress the urge that was about to burst out of his chest.

He knew that any transgression at this moment could push her further away.

He could only stand like a silent stone sculpture, greedily tracing her outline with his gaze, deeply engraving the image of her worrying for him into his heart.

After carefully examining the wounds and confirming that they were all progressing well with no signs of infection, Bai Wanwan felt somewhat relieved.

She deftly picked up a clean bandage and carefully re-bandaged him, her movements practiced and gentle.

After doing all this, she took a step back, creating some distance between them, and said in a calm tone, "The wound is healing quite well, the scab is very strong, and there's no infection. You should rest well and avoid moving around, which could aggravate the wound."

She paused, then added, "I'll have my beastman bring you food in a bit. You need to replenish your strength, so eat as much as you can to recover quickly."

Her tone conveyed just the right amount of concern, yet also a clear sense of boundaries.

She reminded him that taking care of him was out of a sense of responsibility and gratitude, and that her beastly husband would take care of things like bringing him food.

After saying that, she didn't linger any longer and turned to leave the room without even looking back.

The soft sound of the curtain falling echoed in the quiet room, like a gentle sigh.

Jin Ying (Fu Jinshen) remained in the same position, sitting there stiffly until her footsteps completely disappeared at the end of the corridor. Only then did he slowly loosen his clenched fist as if all his strength had been exhausted. The stinging pain in his palm was far less than the dull pain of emptiness in his heart.

He closed his eyes, his thick eyelashes casting faint shadows on his pale cheeks, letting the silent loss and bitterness slowly engulf him.

The curtain swayed gently before finally coming to a standstill, as if she had never been there.

The only lingering scents in the air were the bitter smell of the ointment and the faint, yet unmistakable, fragrance emanating from her body that stirred his very soul.

In the silent sea of ​​his consciousness, Ember Shadow whispered to the being whose memories and feelings were becoming increasingly intertwined with his own, his voice slightly hoarse from having just closed the distance with the female, "Whether you admit it or not, we are no longer separate..."

(End of this chapter)