Plot Requirements Force My Hand, But Taking a Little Interest Isn't Asking Too Much, Is It?

Although it was just an ordinary wooden table, it was already much cleaner than the floor.

He gently slid her top all the way up to an indescribable spot, letting A Jiu help him press against the gunshot wound just as he had done a moment ago.

Leaving both of his hands free, he slowly turned her body around and first pressed several acupoints around the region without the wound.

This was to prevent blood from spurting out later.

Besides, the previous gunshot wound didn't require it because the bleeding had slowed down; it was unnecessary.

Then, while applying pressure, he carefully pulled it out.

Mh~

The acupoint stopped the bleeding, but not the pain. Perhaps because it hurt too much, Su Yao showed some reaction.

Hearing this sound, Young Master Fei was so startled for a second that he didn't dare to move, his gaze rigidly shifting toward her eyes.

Fortunately, they were still closed.

He took a deep breath and steadied his emotions.

Then, he cautiously pressed his lips against the wound and began to suck gently.

Actually, this is generally dangerous for ordinary people because it is very hard to control the degree well.

However, as long as Young Master Fei was a little careful, it would do; it was not too difficult.

Soon, he tasted a bitter flavor.

He sucked hard a few times, spitting it out quickly after each suction to prevent the toxins from entering his mouth.

Because the shuriken itself wasn't large, only about the size of a finger, the surface area of the wound was also not big.

A soft murmur sounded, "Fei Yangyao, I will definitely catch you, definitely... you..."

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Young Master Fei, with his face pressed against her lower abdomen, spat out the last mouthful, raised his head, and