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Chapter 213 The General Doesn’t Want Power, He Just Wants to Fall in Love 05

His gaze turned sinister as he stared at Duan Ci's back, and Duan Ci suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He turned around and saw Qi Jin standing there, holding a porcelain white medicine bottle in his hand.

Seeing him looking at him, Qi Jin smiled faintly, his eyes bright and clear, without any trace of the fierceness just now.

"General, is there anything else?"

Looking at the medicine bottle in his hand, Duan Ci remembered something and spoke in a friendly manner.

"Your Highness, please forgive me for my offense. If there is any place that I cannot reach when applying the medicine, you can come to me. I am often injured on the battlefield and can help you apply the medicine."

"Then I'll trouble you, General."

Qi Jin's eyes curved as he handed the medicine bottle to him. The meaning was obvious, he wanted him to apply the medicine right now.

Duan Ci was slightly stunned, then took the medicine bottle.

Qi Jin sat down, hesitated, and rolled up his sleeves.

The purple bruises were very obvious on the cold, white and thin arms. The scars were deep or shallow. Some were from previous injuries, while others were suffered not long ago.

"I'm afraid of the pain and can't do it. I'll have to trouble the general to help me."

He spoke somewhat embarrassedly with a bitter look on his face, but when he lowered his eyes he was observing the expression on Duan Ci's face.

"No trouble, this is what I should do."

Duan Ci's voice was dry, his brows were furrowed and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

He reached out to touch the wound on his hand, but was afraid of hurting him, so he withdrew his hand.

God damn it! How could his wife's little world be so miserable? He would rather be miserable than let the one he loves suffer any harm.

Qi Jin looked at him. The young man's slightly upturned eyes were red, like blooming peach blossoms. It looked like he was about to cry.

He was a little confused. Why was she crying?

He, the injured person, never cried, so why did he, the person applying the medicine, start crying first?

Qi Jin felt a little irritated, not sure if it was because he felt he was being pitied, or something else.

Duan Ci scooped out the ointment with his hands and applied it gently and carefully.

After applying the cool ointment, the painful arm did feel much better.

After applying the arms, it's time to move on to other parts of the body.

Originally, both of them were men, so there was nothing wrong with applying medicine to each other, but Duan Ci's thoughts and eyes were not pure, and Qi Jin also had other ideas.

So when Qi Jin untied the belt of his inner garment, he inevitably did it a little slowly.

Duan Ci turned his face away somewhat embarrassedly, his eyes looking everywhere and glancing at others from time to time.

Noticing his gaze, Qi Jin untied the belt and took off his clothes with confidence.

The smooth black hair was pinned in front of her body, with a few strands of hair hanging down. The plain white collar was half pulled back, the back was thin, the waist was slender, and the curve from the spine to the lower back was smooth and perfect. The butterfly bones were clear, like butterfly wings, beautiful and fragile.

There were some scars on his fair skin, and compared to his arms, his back was not as badly injured. There were no purple bruises or new wounds.

The person he likes undressed in front of him, but Duan Ci did not have any romantic thoughts, only full of pity.

Qi Jin tilted his head slightly and asked:

"General, can you help me check if there is any injury on my back? I feel some pain."

"it is good."

Duan Ci moved closer and looked at his back carefully.

It was cool at night, and the breath of the person behind him was faintly spraying in the air, and the warm breath was like a feather gently brushing across Qi Jin's heart.

"Does it hurt here, Your Highness?"

The fingertips gently brushed across his back, causing a shudder and numbness. Finally, they stopped at one spot and pressed lightly, and a cold and clean male voice came.

"It doesn't hurt."

Qi Jin replied.

Her fingers stroked gently, moving slowly downwards, plucked at his heartstrings.

"What about here?"

At the beginning, Duan Ci was very serious in checking his injuries, but after hearing his disordered breathing and realizing that he was not injured, he changed his attitude.

He stepped forward and pressed his lips against the skin exposed to the air, and his low, hoarse voice sounded in Qi Jin's ears.

The body behind him was like a stove, warming his cold back and making him inexplicably want to get closer.

Qi Jin turned around suddenly and met Duan Ci's handsome face which was so close to him.

When their noses touched, Qi Jin's eyes widened slightly. He immediately put on his clothes and distanced himself from Duan Ci in a panic.

"I, I don't feel any pain anymore. I should be fine. Thank you, General."

He nervously grasped his inner garment with both hands, and his fair face was slightly flushed.

Duan Ci saw this and wanted to kiss her, but he held back. His behavior just now was over the line.

If he went too far, he was afraid of scaring people away.

"I am the one who offended you. If Your Highness has no other instructions, I will withdraw."

He bowed respectfully, his expression calm.

Qi Jin nodded and let him go.

Duan Ci went out, rubbed Qi Jin's skin with his fingers that had touched it, and savored the feeling just now.

After he left, Qi Jin played with the porcelain bottle with her slender, cold white fingers. Her face was indifferent, and the shy look from before was long gone.