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The white lion mimicry on Bai Chunian's body has subsided, and even his hair has returned to normal black. He is bare upper body, half lying on the bed, his muscular waist and abdomen are twisted slightly, and his cold white skin is illuminated by the afternoon sun. With an orange-red edge.
Rimbaud breathed carefully, his eyes tracing the alpha's face, and the tiny hairs were clearly visible in the scorching light. In the past, Rimbaud used to look at him like this. Whenever this time, Rimbaud would always forget the scorching sun and the truth he abides by, and only knew that he loved him.
Chapter 224
Rimbaud looked at him, couldn't help but swept away the hair that was blocking his eyes, and gently moved his eyelashes with his knuckles. His half-lying position pressed two wrinkles on the half of his face next to the pillow, which Rimbaud smoothed with his fingertips.
Bai Chunian's eyelashes trembled, he half-opened his eyes drowsily, saw Lan Bo lying beside him, closed his eyes again with confidence, and rubbed his body against Lan Bo, making him turn around and lie on his side, He wrapped his wrist around the omega's waist and hugged him sticky from behind.
Rimbaud turned his back to him, the alpha behind him was naked, his hot chest pressed against his back, his high nose rubbed against the back of his neck, and sniffed close to his shoulders and neck.
"Good morning, wife." The voice was light and lazy, dragging the sticky tail hoarsely.
"It's already afternoon," Rimbaud said.
Bai Chu gave a young sigh and looked back at his watch. The clocks on the wall were precious and elegant, obviously not his taste: "Huh? Who is this, where is this?"
"Dr. Han's house." Lan Bo glanced back at him, "You brought me back from the sea of ββworms, forget?"
"Oh... No wonder it smells like fried melon seeds." Bai Chunian languidly retracted his bed, sniffed with his eyes closed for a long time, put his hands into Rimbaud's shorts and played with his baby bored for a while. , said slowly, "I have an impression."
"Oh, that's right." Bai Chunian woke up suddenly, propped up and let Rimbaud lie flat, lifted his T-shirt, and saw the bandages that had been casually wrapped around his chest, his brows furrowed, "Is this okay? Does it still hurt?"
"It won't hurt if you don't touch it." Rimbaud also sat up, propped up the bed with one hand, lifted the hem of his clothes with the other, and looked down to see if there was blood oozing out, "It's alright, I fought and killed many times when I was young. It wasn't a serious injury."
"Tsk, you're still young now, and you're not too old in terms of years in a mermaid." Bai Chunian smoothed his hair with his fingers, "Wait a minute, I'll find some pants to wear first."
Rimbaud pointed to the low cabinet: "Doctor Han just had it delivered."
Bai Chunian took a pair of clean underwear and put them on, standing in a daze in front of the full-length mirror.
Rimbaud looked over and laughed.
The panties are printed with a cartoon cat head flower.
"What, why, I offended him?" Bai Chunian had no choice but to put on a pair of black outer shorts and an ordinary black vest, and asked, "Is the ship okay? There are no casualties, right? I have to go back to the search department to see, you go back with me, and let Brother Han wrap you again, you are too tight and I will watch."
"Doctor Han said, you can't go out now, you have to stay here until they get synephrine and completely stabilize your body. Before that, you have to keep injecting the dissociating agent." Ten explained his current situation to Bai Chunian, so it was inevitable to tell him what happened when Dr. Han and the others came to see him in the morning.
After listening, Bai Chunian petrified beside the bed, stunned for half a minute, slowly slipped on the bed, and stuck his head under the pillow.
Lan Bo climbed up and shook him, Bai Chunian twitched and grunted: "If there is an atomic bomb that explodes in front of my face in a minute and I can only say one sentence, I will say don't save me, thank you. ."
"Hey, forget it." Bai Chunian pulled his head out from under the pillow, and uneasy lifted the hem of Rimbaud's clothes, "It's really okay, you untie me and see how the wound is."
Rimbaud took off his shirt, and opened the bandages on his body with a hydrated steel knife, one by one.
"Look."
His back is covered with a flaming lion pattern, which is a permanent mark left by Bai Chunian on his body. Under the lion pattern, there are scars that cannot be removed. The scars are no longer visible.
The bandages fell onto the bed one by one, and even the innermost bandage was not stained with blood. After the last layer of bandages was lifted by Lan Bo, Bai Chunian saw the wound on his chest.
This is a penetrating wound, piercing the sternum from the back, and if it is a human being, even if it is not the injury caused by the deadly weapon like the Dead Sea Heart Rock Knife, it is impossible to escape death, and Rimbaud can still chat and laugh with him.
And his wound is also different from ordinary people's wounds. The edges of the incision are neat and smooth, all the blood stains have been purified, and the surrounding skin is clean and white.
"Hey..." Bai Chunian stretched out his hand in distress, but did not dare to touch him.
"My body is also very interesting, let me show you." Rimbaud put his arms around his neck and made him lower his head to his wound.
From the unhealed wound, Bai Chunian could vaguely see not bright red flesh and blood, but dark blue, surging ocean currents.
"You touch." Lan Bo grabbed Bai Chunian's hand and touched his wound with his fingertips, slowly reaching into the wound.
Bai Chunian's eyes widened: "Don't! You hurt!"
"It doesn't hurt, as long as it's not the Dead Sea Heart Rock, I won't be hurt." Rimbaud grabbed his wrist and said softly, "Close your eyes, you can touch good things."
Bai Chunian had lingering fears in his heart, but he closed his eyes obediently. He felt that his hand was gently washed by a cold sea water. Lan Bo's body was not full of flesh and blood, but more holy and gentle - the sea .
The cold water flowed through his fingertips, and Bai Chunian felt that he had touched the boundless void, his heart calmed down, and his breathing became steady.
Suddenly, the fingertips seemed to touch a hard, angular object, very cold, much lower than the surrounding temperature, it seemed to be a piece of ore. Bai Chunian stroked along the edge of the ore, touched the upper left, and found that it was missing a corner.