There was a saying, wasn't there? "A simp gets nothing in the end."
Whether that was true, Xiao Ran couldn't say. At least the Dog-head Brother in front of him was extremely cooperative when Xiao Ran took out a needle and thread to sew the woman's head back on.
Sitting on the floor, he tilted his head up and watched Xiao Ran's hands intently as the needle and thread swiftly stitched along the woman's severed neck. His face was full of fawning affection as he gazed at hers, like a child who'd done something wrong and was thrilled to find a way to make it up to someone.
Xiao Ran worked quickly. He didn't just stitch the flesh together; he also tried to reconnect the severed blood vessels. As for the nerves deeper inside, there was nothing he could do. After all, he wasn't a professional doctor and had neither the experience nor the skills.
Still, if he ever got the chance to find a doctor's corpse, perhaps he could improve his Suturing Technique.
At last, he tied the thread into a figure eight and gave it a gentle tug. Then he cut the thread.
The woman cautiously moved her head. Her face finally showed a hint of relief, but a moment later, a cold gleam appeared in her eyes. She turned and stared fixedly at Xiao Ran.
Clearly, the grudge over having her head cut off wasn't something Xiao Ran could settle so easily.
Fortunately, Xiao Ran was prepared. The moment he saw the woman's expression turn hostile, he opened his hand. The black Swan Brooch on his chest flashed with a dazzling red light. "Privilege: Adoration!"
As soon as Xiao Ran spoke, a curse mark appeared on the woman's neck.
The next second, the woman, who'd just been