It must be said fairly that when treating the wounds of the silver-eyed woman, Chen Daolin indeed had no lustful thoughts at all.
This is not to say that our Brother Daolin is a man of high moral character, but rather because the woman's injuries were too horrific, with the sight of blood and torn flesh having no beauty at all—Chen Daolin is not some pervert who likes blood. Even if an ordinary person doesn't faint at the sight of blood, seeing such injuries without vomiting would already be a sign of strong mental fortitude, let alone having any lustful thoughts.
Fortunately, the medical alcohol in his bag was still there. After cleaning the wounds and bandaging them, Daolin, who was not professionally trained in medicine, wrapped the bandages in a crooked and messy manner. By the time he finished, he was drenched in sweat.
Looking at the silver-eyed woman who was still unconscious, Chen Daolin sighed, "Whether you wake up or not depends on your own luck. I've done everything I can."
He started a new fire and began to pack his things one by one, then put on the glass-steel chest armor that belonged to him without hesitation.
Hopefully... no more fierce beasts will come.
When it was light, the woman finally woke up. As soon as she opened her eyes, she immediately sat up straight, her silver eyes narrowing as they scanned the surroundings. She instinctively reached for her weapon—only to find it missing.
Then, as if she remembered something, she looked at Chen Daolin, who was sitting nearby against a tree with his eyes closed, and then looked down at her own chest, where her clothes had been unbuttoned and the crooked bandages wrapped around her left chest and shoulder.
The woman seemed to frown, and her gaze became peculiar.
Chen Daolin was truly exhausted. He had only closed his eyes to rest, but unexpectedly fell asleep. When he was kicked awake, he looked up to see the silver-eyed woman standing in front of him, looking down at him with bandages wrapped around her body.
Because of the backlight, Chen Daolin couldn't see the expression on her face, but he could feel the piercing gaze from her silver eyes.
The two of them stared at each other for a while before the woman slowly walked to the side, facing the campfire, and suddenly knelt down on one knee, one hand on her chest and the other on the ground, closing her eyes in a devout manner, muttering something softly.
This seemed to be some kind of religious prayer ritual.
What surprised Chen Daolin was that as the prayer ritual progressed, the silver-eyed woman began to emit a sacred and solemn light. The milky white light looked warm, but it also carried a hidden dignity that made one dare not look directly at it.
After the ritual, the woman looked exhausted, but her eyes were even brighter.
After a while, the silver-eyed woman stood up and walked back to Chen Daolin, pointing at the long kitchen knife next to him—her own short knife had already been destroyed.
Chen Daolin hesitated for a moment and handed the kitchen knife to her.
The woman took it, looked at him deeply, and then turned away, going around to cut open the bodies of the dead wolves. Her movements were skilled, like those of an experienced butcher. In a short time, she had cut off the horn on the head of the wolf leader and peeled off the wolf skins, some damaged and some intact.
Most importantly, she cut open the head of the wolf leader and dug out a crystal-like object the size of a peach pit, which emitted a faint, not very noticeable silver light.
Throughout the process, Chen Daolin quietly watched the woman dissect the wolves. When he saw her dig out the small crystal, he finally confirmed something.
(Is this the legendary magic core of a monster?)
Perhaps because Chen Daolin didn't take the opportunity to run away, or perhaps because he had bandaged her wounds, or for some other reason, the silver-eyed woman's attitude towards Chen Daolin became much more polite in the following time.
Although they still couldn't communicate verbally, they were both patient enough to engage in some simple gestures and body language.
The woman actually threw the crystal directly into Chen Daolin's arms.
Chen Daolin was taken aback. The silver-eyed woman pointed to the ground—where the electric baton had been cut in half.
"Uh? Is this compensation?" Chen Daolin was a bit puzzled, but he could sense the goodwill in the woman's silver eyes. He grinned and took out a sausage from his backpack, tearing it open and handing it to her.
Seeing the silver-eyed woman eat the sausage with suspicion, her eyes lit up, and she quickly finished it. The woman looked at Chen Daolin with even more kindness, walked up to him, pointed to her nose, and clearly said a few syllables.
Chen Daolin didn't understand at first, but after the woman repeatedly said those syllables and pointed to her nose, he finally understood—it was her name.
"You're called... Bu Lu? Fu Lu? Ku Lu? Ah... is it Bu Lu? Hmm? This happens to mean blue in English? I'll just call you Xiao Lan."
Since they couldn't communicate, and without asking if the woman agreed, Chen Daolin gave her the nickname "Xiao Lan."
Finally, he pointed to his own nose, "Dao Lin!"
After he repeated it a few times, Xiao Lan finally understood.
Then the silver-eyed woman stared into Chen Daolin's eyes, and a hint of strange shyness appeared on her face—fortunately, this shyness was fleeting, so fast that Chen Daolin didn't even have time to notice it.
Finally, she clearly called out Chen Daolin's name:
...Well, Chen Daolin evilly accepted this nickname without correcting her.
Although you have a practical and flat chest—though with a slim waist and long legs, especially those round and slender thighs, which are very alluring—if this were in Chen Daolin's world, such a girl with beautiful legs, even with a small chest, would definitely be a supermodel who could grace the cover of a magazine.
Being called "Darling" by such a girl, Chen Daolin felt quite pleased.
Then Xiao Lan pointed to the chest armor on Chen Daolin's body, specifically the flame tulip pattern on it, and asked a few serious questions. This was the second time she had asked about this pattern with such a serious attitude. Even a fool would notice something was amiss, and Chen Daolin, who was not a fool, also realized something was wrong. Unfortunately, they couldn't communicate, and their current interaction was limited to each other's names.
Helplessly, he could only let it go.
In Chen Daolin's view, this Xiao Lan was a formidable girl. Despite her severe injuries, she was still able to move around. After resting for half a day, she even took off the bandages, and to Chen Daolin's amazement, the once horrific wounds had healed by more than half!
The once bloodied and torn flesh had almost disappeared, leaving only some light pink scars.
"What kind of constitution is this!" Chen Daolin was amazed, and then he suddenly remembered the mysterious religious prayer ritual Xiao Lan had performed by the campfire that morning... the milky white sacred light.
Having read countless穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which can be translated as "穿越" in English, but it is often used in the context of "穿越" stories, which are stories about people being transported to different times or worlds) stories and played countless games, Chen Daolin immediately grasped the key.
Could this be the legendary magic... healing spell or something?
After resting for a whole day, by evening, Chen Daolin finally couldn't hold back. He made a few gestures to Xiao Lan, not caring if she understood, grabbed his backpack, and ran towards the lake.
When he reached the shore, Chen Daolin quickly took off his clothes and jumped into the lake, using a bar of soap to wash himself thoroughly—finally, the stench of blood was washed away, and Chen Daolin felt satisfied as he walked back to the shore.
Looking back, he saw a scene that made his nose bleed!
Xiao Lan, seeing Chen Daolin jump into the lake to bathe, didn't stop him but also walked over, gradually taking off her clothes as she approached.
By the time she reached the lake, the amount of fabric on her body could rival the cover models of Playboy.
She seemed completely unconcerned about exposing her body to Chen Daolin's gaze, only touching her chest as she slowly walked into the lake.
At that moment, Chen Daolin's heart raced, and his mind was filled with only one thought:
Even if the chest is small... it's still a chest!!
Just as Chen Daolin's eyes were about to pop out, Xiao Lan calmly approached him. Although the lake water was already up to her chest, the water was so clear that it didn't hide much of her body.
Chen Daolin felt torn—whether to look or not. Xiao Lan, however, was much more open, coming closer, sniffing around Chen Daolin, her eyes lighting up with surprise, and finally focusing on the soap in Chen Daolin's hand, pointing at it.
Clearly, she wanted to borrow it.
Chen Daolin quickly handed the soap to Xiao Lan.
Just as he was about to step back, Xiao Lan suddenly pressed herself against him, her soft breath tickling his cheek, making him feel itchy all over!
Then, a peculiar light flashed in Xiao Lan's eyes, and she suddenly lowered her head, sticking out her pink tongue to lightly lick Chen Daolin's neck...
Damn! I can't take it anymore!! If I can still hold back, am I even a man?!
Anger and desire surged in Chen Daolin's heart. He roared and pounced, and the two of them splashed into the clear lake water...
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