The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

"Your wounds are healing."

Shi Jinzhe didn't even have the strength to turn his head, but he still forced himself to look down. The biggest wound on his body was slowly being stitched together by the flesh and blood.

His weak eyelids pried open a little, and he stared blankly for a few seconds, making sure he was not hallucinating from the pain.

"Maybe it has something to do with my unknown skill, but I've been injured more seriously than this before and it never healed itself."

"No matter the reason, it's a good thing." Sheh was very interested in this wound that healed itself, and touched that place with his palm.

The pain gradually subsided as the wound healed. Shi Jinzhe regained some strength and took out a new piece of clothing from the ring, wanting to change out of the wet, torn shirt on his body.

Sheh asked: "You keep saying cheating players don't have skills, but have you ever thought about where this skill comes from?"

"No, if it wasn't for the last game prompt that I could replace equipment, I would have thought that the two asterisks next to the skill were meaningless. I preconceived that there was no skill, and this skill looked like it could be triggered passively, so before that, I had never noticed the existence of the skill."

"A hidden skill. It seems that you are not only a cheating player, but this skill may also have been obtained through abnormal means."

Shi Jinzhe's condition improved, and his ability to think returned: "From what you said, you know about hidden skills?"

Shekh pointed to his ribbon, "There is one, that's why I can't take it off often."

The black ribbon on the eyes is neither torn nor dirty, is impervious to water or fire, and fits snugly on the face without ever loosening or falling off.

“Will it be uncomfortable to wear it all the time?”

"I don't feel anything." Sheh pulled his hand over his eyes and said, "Feel it for yourself."

Shi Jinzhe turned over his wrist and touched the ribbon with the back of his hand. The touch was light and cold, just like her body temperature and impression, low and cold.

The material is not as smooth as expected, and the difference can be clearly felt when the back of the hand rubs against the skin and the ribbon at the same time.

In the Azure Island copy, Sheh had taken off the ribbon once. In just one second, she destroyed the specially built isolation room, and then she had an irresistible desire to suck blood.

Shi Jinzhe guessed that the ribbon might be used to suppress Sheh's eyes or for protection, perhaps because they were afraid of side effects if used too much.

If she blinked once, she would explode without even a speck of dust left. What if she blinked more often or didn't wear the ribbon?

The bomb player has a bomb, so does Sheh count it as his own bomb?

As soon as this thought came to mind, Shi Jinzhe was amused by his own idea.

"What are you laughing at?" Puzzled.

"nothing."

He stopped talking about the ribbon and sat up and said, "I made a mistake in judgment this time. Bomb players are not easy to deal with."

Sheh, who has become immune to Shi Jinzhe's habitual self-examination, expressed her own opinion: "If everything goes smoothly all the time, what kind of survival game is it?"

"That's exactly what you said."

Sheh rubbed the most obvious red mark back and forth with his palm, and said to himself: "If your skills have the ability to heal themselves, you will be able to recover faster in the future."

Shi Jinzhe always felt that what she said was not what she wanted to express, so he reminded her, "You can take your hands off. I want to change my clothes. Turn your back to me."

"Can't I see it?" After thinking for a moment, Sheh added, "In fact, I have seen both the front and back. There is a mole on your back, right on the spine."

“…That’s not allowed either.”

"Why? I don't think you're dirty." Sheh showed him the blood on his hand. "I've seen it, so don't try to resist."

"That's not how you use the phrase 'reluctant to refuse'..."

"I think it can be used this way. Just listen to me."

Sheh opened another bottle of water and poured it all over Shi Jinzhe without any buffering, to wash away the remaining blood.

Explosions are a very dirty way to get injured. Dust, dirt and blood stick together and stick to the body, making the injured person uncomfortable and so are the people cleaning up.

Shi Jinzhe was injured when he tried to shield her head from the broken glass.

After rinsing the water, Shehe stared at the red mark without missing a beat. There was something he didn't know whether he should say to Shi Jinzhe.

Her intuition told her that it was not a good idea to say this, but not saying it would seem a bit deceptive.

After thinking it over, she felt that she couldn't lie and had to tell the truth.

Shi Jinzhe was studying how to hold hands and change clothes when Sheh suddenly approached.

She said seriously, "Actually I won't get hurt, you don't have to block it."

Shi Jinzhe looked up at her and saw a small patch of gray in the profile of Sheh's face hidden by his hair. It was the ash from the explosion.

He didn't comment on this. It was a split-second decision, and as long as there was no regret, there was no point in discussing whether to do it or not.

He reached out his hand to clean the stain for Shekh, but halfway through he remembered there was blood on it, so he pointed to the same spot on his face and said, "It's not clean here."

"There's blood on my hands too, your blood." Sheh said with some regret, "It's all wasted after being mixed with opium."

If I had known that Shi Jinzhe would bleed so much, I would have let her drink it all.

“…Then don’t move.” Shi Jinzhe rubbed his hands with his clothes and wiped off the dirt. It was a little difficult to wipe off, mainly because he didn’t dare to use too much force.

After dipping his head in some water, he turned his head and continued to clean the area.

Under the exposed neck were stretched blue blood vessels, with blood flowing in the veins, making Shehe feel like he was inviting her no matter how he looked at it.

"It's clean now." Shi Jinzhe took his hand back and sighed, "I'm very dirty, let me change my clothes first."

Sheh got up from him with regret, and the two of them pulled the left side to the right side and the right side to the left side like children changing clothes.

He wiped the floor with an old cloth and asked Shekh to wash his hands. Then he changed direction and lay down with a thick cloth under him.

It was getting dark outside, and this prop could only be used for more than four hours, so he had to hurry and get some sleep.

Although his wounds healed, the potion amplified his fatigue, and he fell asleep almost as soon as he lay down.

The small doghouse couldn't accommodate the tail, and they had to hold hands when sleeping. Shehe was so bored that even his blinking speed slowed down.

After sitting quietly for ten minutes, she hesitantly stretched out her hand to cover Shi Jinzhe's eyes.

Without seeing his eyes, the melancholy and fragility on his face seemed to be removed, leaving only indifference and alienation.

One person, two completely different temperaments. I wonder if Shi Jinzhe would feel the same if he couldn't see her eyes.