Chapter 798: Opening His Mouth

In an instant, Lin Yuan's whole-body tension froze.

The sour, astringent feeling in his chest suddenly intensified…

A dense feeling of loss swept over him like a flood, making his already weak body inexplicably sink.

The light in his eyes dimmed bit by bit…

Lin Yuan's eyes, which had weathered a hundred battles and never wavered even in the face of mountains of corpses and seas of blood…

But now they were veiled with a faint sense of desolation and chill.

So that's really how it is.

He murmured silently in his heart…

Unfounded vexation and jealousy choked his chest, making even the sting of his wounds go numb.

He couldn't help but wildly speculate: Could it be that during his years away, she never lacked companionship?

Qin Bore's gentle, soft nature—had she also once treated others with a pleasant demeanor and attentive care?

The more Lin Yuan thought, the sourer he felt, the more lost he became, and his burning heart cooled halfway.

The lingering romance and ambiguity in his heart were completely replaced by awkwardness and regret.

He pressed his dry lips together, stopped speaking, and turned his head away from her gaze,

Lin Yuan's upright brows furrowed slightly, like a wronged boy who could only silently hold in his grievance.

His whole body exuded a low-pressure aura.

Watching his instant desolation and secretly wounded appearance, he looked utterly genuine and gloomily lost…

Qin Bore could no longer hold back the smile in her eyes; her teasing intent turned entirely into gentle softness.

She couldn't bear to keep teasing this man covered in wounds, who foolishly grew jealous for her sake.

The next second, Qin Bore slightly leaned forward, her posture gentle and inclining, slowly drawing near Lin Yuan's ear.

Strands of fresh, fragrant aroma drifted on the warm evening breeze, winding around Lin Yuan's ears and nose tip.

It was her unique, clean and gentle aura, instantly enveloping him entirely.

Her hair fell lightly, brushing his reddened ear tip; her warm breath brushed his skin, bringing a faint itch.

Immediately after, Qin Bore's soft, gentle voice pressed to his ear, she lowered her tone, filled with her unique indulgence and tenderness, murmuring:

"I was teasing you, silly little brother."

After a half-second pause, her tone became sincere and clear, each word spoken warmly and firmly:

"All my life, I've only ever seen one man—you."

"Just this one, no one else."

The warm whisper fell on his ear, gentle yet piercing, instantly blowing away all the chill, loss, and sourness in Lin Yuan's heart.

The heart that had just turned cold was suddenly filled with a surge of warm heat, instantly warming up.

All the pent-up sourness and loss in his heart vanished, replaced by overflowing warmth and fluttering.

Lin Yuan stared blankly at the exquisite brows and eyes before him; the crimson at his ears lingered, and his heartbeat remained chaotic.

Qin Bore watched the desolation in his eyes melt away, replaced by a faint soft glow.

Qin Bore's lips held a gentle faint smile; she no longer teased him.

She withdrew her leaning posture, picked up the medical cotton swab beside her, and continued to lower her head, meticulously treating his remaining wounds.

The cotton swab dipped in cool ointment, lightly applied to the edges of his sutured waist and abdomen wound.

The gentle medicinal sensation slowly permeated the flesh, slightly easing Lin Yuan's piercing pain.

Even though his pain eased considerably, the heavy injuries covering his body still weighed him down, every inch of skin feeling a sore, weak ache.

Watching Qin Bore constantly bent over, busily and meticulously attending to his wounds,

Lin Yuan's inner embarrassment surged up again.

He had always been used to going it alone, having fought half his life, always handling his own injuries and pains,

He had never been this embarrassed and fragile, being personally cared for so closely; he truly felt uneasy about it.

Lin Yuan eased his weak breath, forced his heavy eyelids up, his tone carrying a hint of stubborn obstinacy, and spoke softly:

"You really don't need to trouble yourself; I can handle the rest on my own."

As his words fell, he tried to slightly turn his body, wanting to reach out and take the ointment and gauze from her hand to bandage himself.

But as soon as his fingertips exerted force, the deep knife wound on his shoulder—bone visible—was tugged, a tearing pain exploded and spread along his nerves throughout his body.

"Hiss—"

A faint pain groan… uncontrollably spilled from the corner of his mouth, Lin Yuan's shoulder jerked violently.

His raised arm… instantly went limp and dropped, his whole body's muscles suddenly tensed, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

Only then did he truly feel the weight of his injuries; it was no time for bravado.

Lin Yuan's bones and muscles were strained out of alignment, old and new wounds piled atop each other.

Even a slight movement caused his wounds to pull on each other, tearing flesh and aching bones—pain waves taking turns assaulting him.

He had no strength left to treat his wounds on his own.

The small motion of forcibly raising his hand had already caused several freshly sutured wounds to faintly redden and bleed, tiny drops of blood slowly seeping through the surface gauze—a shocking sight.

Seeing this, Qin Bore immediately pressed down on his restless body,

Qin Bore's brows and eyes held helpless yet heartfelt reproach; her tone was gentle but unyielding:

"Don't move around; you don't even have the strength to lift your hand—how could you handle it yourself?"

Lin Yuan froze in place, trying again to exert force and struggle.

But every slight movement brought piercing pain, leaving his whole body weak and powerless.

Lin Yuan's vision still occasionally burst into waves of darkness.

After several attempts, he finally realized reality; all his stubborn bravado was completely crushed by his bodily pain, and he could only obediently relax his body, leaving Qin Bore to take meticulous care of him.

In the time that followed, Qin Bore became ever more gentle and cautious, applying ointment and bandaging his wounds bit by bit, properly treating every exposed injury on his body.

Qin Bore's technique was professional and skilled, her pressure just right, alleviating his pain to the greatest extent, not daring to be the slightest bit careless.

After more than ten minutes, Lin Yuan's wounds were finally all treated.

Clean, breathable gauze was neatly wrapped around his shoulders, back, waist, abdomen, and arms, completely covering the gruesome injuries, leaving only neat bandage marks.

After treating all his injuries, Qin Bore tidied up the medical tools at hand, just straightened up, and on the sofa beneath him, Lin Yuan had already propped himself on the sofa armrest, intending to force himself up.

He was never used to troubling others like this, and he didn't want to stay all night disturbing Qin Bore.

He only wanted to get up and leave as soon as possible, find a quiet place to rest and recover on his own.

But just as he had barely raised his upper body, his legs not yet able to exert force to stand steady, a violent surge of qi and blood suddenly erupted inside him.

Due to massive blood loss and being drained from fighting all night, Lin Yuan's body had already been emptied to the extreme.

Lin Yuan's brain suddenly lacked blood supply, and a dark dizzy feeling instantly swept over his mind.

The lights and scenery before Lin Yuan's eyes instantly spun violently and blurred.

Lin Yuan's strength throughout his body was instantly drained, his limbs going weak and numb.

He simply couldn't support his heavy body; he tilted sideways and collapsed straight onto the ground...

Lin Yuan's head felt heavy and ready to split; he nearly fainted again outright.

Fortunately, Qin Bore had been paying attention to his movements; seeing this, her heart tightened, she quickly stepped forward and stretched out her hand to firmly steady his swaying body.

Qin Bore barely managed to pull him back, preventing him from falling heavily to the ground.

Qin Bore felt a scorching, limp mass under her hand...

Lin Yuan's whole body exuded extreme fatigue and weakness, his breathing shallow and feeble.

Qin Bore supported him, her brows tightly knit, and she spoke softly but firmly:

"You've lost too much blood, plus your stamina is completely exhausted, you have low blood sugar and bodily weakness; you must replenish some energy and nutrition, otherwise you simply can't hold on. I'll get you something to eat."

At this moment, Lin Yuan hardly had any strength left to speak, his head heavy and swollen; he could only let her support his heavy body, his whole body limp, almost entirely leaning on her shoulder.

Qin Bore half-supported, half-embraced him, her steps gentle and slow, avoiding obstacles along the way, and steadily brought him into the inner private bedroom.

This bedroom was decorated gently and elegantly, with a clean and fresh style; everywhere bore Qin Bore's aura, tranquil and stable.

The soft large bed was covered with fluffy, clean bedding, feeling warm and comfortable.

She carefully helped Lin Yuan to the bedside and gently assisted him to lie down.

Qin Bore's movements were extremely gentle, for fear of tugging at his wounds all over his body.

Then Qin Bore bent over, pulled up the clean, soft blanket, lightly covered him with it, carefully tucked in the edges, and snugly wrapped him in the warm bedding.

Lin Yuan lay upon the soft large bed, feeling the comfortable mattress beneath him and the warm blanket.

Lin Yuan's muddled consciousness cleared up a little.

Lin Yuan looked at the clean white blanket on him, thinking of the blood and wounds still covering his body; he inevitably felt uneasy deep down, and weakly spoke, his voice hoarse and faint:

"My body isn't clean yet; will I dirty your bed?"

Hearing this, Qin Bore sat up straight, lowered her gaze to his weak, pale face.

Qin Bore's eyes were full of tolerant gentleness; she lightly shook her head and spoke calmly:

"It doesn't matter. Compared to a bed, your body is what's most important."

That simple sentence, gentle just right, instantly eased all of Lin Yuan's inner unease and anxiety.

He lay quietly in the soft blanket, his eyes slightly closed,

the tip of his nose... was entwined with the fresh, elegant fragrance unique to Qin Bore on the blanket.

A faint, clean, gentle aura enveloped him entirely, dispelling the lingering bloody hostility and bone‑chilling cold from the night's fighting.

This allowed Lin Yuan's body and mind, which had been tense all night, to completely relax.

Such a tranquil, gentle atmosphere was a warmth Lin Yuan had never felt in his life of constant blood‑shed fighting and drifting without refuge.

After confirming he was lying securely, Qin Bore gently closed the bedroom door for him, turned and walked toward the open‑plan kitchen...

She intended to simply cook a bowl of warm wontons to replenish his strength and ease his weakness.

The kitchen was clean and tidy, with all ingredients available.

She took out fresh meat wontons, boiled water in a pot, her movements swift and gentle...

Soon, a pot of steaming hot wontons was cooked.

A light fragrance slowly spread, warm and soothing.

Qin Bore ladled out a bowl of suitably warm wontons, sprinkled a little scallion for flavor, blew on it to cool it down to avoid scalding, then carried the bowl back to the bedroom at a leisurely pace.

Pushing open the bedroom door, a warm breath greeted her.

Lin Yuan remained lying still, his complexion pallid and weak.

Even with his eyes closed, Lin Yuan still felt a faint ache in his brow, his whole aura weakened to the extreme.

"Get up and eat something to fill your stomach; only then can your strength gradually recover."

Qin Bore walked to the bedside, sat down, and gently urged him in a soft voice.

Hearing her, Lin Yuan slowly opened his heavy eyelids and looked at the steaming bowl of wontons in her hand.

A warm feeling welled up in Lin Yuan's heart.

He didn't want to keep troubling her; despite his body being wracked with pain and weak, Lin Yuan still mustered his will, slightly lifted himself up, intending to raise his hand and hold the bowl to eat.

"I'll do it myself."

His voice was hoarse and dry, full of extreme weakness.

He strained to lift his hand to take the bowl; his fingertips trembled slightly, and even the strength to hold the bowl and chopsticks steadily was nearly exhausted.

Yet Lin Yuan gritted his teeth and persisted, lowering his head to try opening his mouth to bite and chew.

But just as Lin Yuan exerted force with his jaw, his teeth just barely came together...

At Lin Yuan's jaw... the tearing knife wound left from the night's fierce fighting was suddenly tugged hard!

Sharp, bone-piercing pain exploded instantly, spreading along Lin Yuan's jaw muscles to his entire side of the face...

The pain of torn flesh was numb and tingling, sharp enough to make the scalp go numb.

Lin Yuan's body stiffened abruptly, his brows and eyes suddenly tightening fiercely.

A deep crease formed in Lin Yuan's brow, his originally pale lips pressed tight, firmly suppressing the pain-filled groan rising from his throat.

Even a slight chewing motion caused the not-yet-fully-healed tearing wound to flare with excruciating pain, making normal biting and eating impossible; every movement was a heart-wrenching torment.

Helpless, Lin Yuan froze his jaw, immediately releasing the bite, daring not to move even a fraction.

That exertion just now felt as if it had forcibly torn apart the freshly stitched flesh and muscle.

The wound on his jaw instantly sent a burning tearing sensation; fine threads of blood slowly seeped from the delicate wound edges, staining the outer layer of the thin gauze.

Lin Yuan, with his long-standing tough nature, could grit his teeth and endure knife slashes, punches, broken bones, and severed tendons.

He had never even frowned at the extreme pain of the recent hail of gunfire or pulling a helicopter with his flesh.

But now... this minute, tricky tearing pain of the flesh, tugging at the facial nerves, sharp and grating, made it impossible to ignore.

Lin Yuan's fingertips trembled slightly, he barely managed to steady the bowl in his hand.

Lin Yuan's brows and eyes were tightly furrowed, a shallow crease formed in his brow, and his throat held a barely perceptible faint pain.

Lin Yuan's whole person... exuded a helpless frustration of having nowhere to exert strength.

The Blood-Soaked Killing God, invincible on the battlefield, was in the end held back by a tiny jaw knife wound, unable even to steadily eat a mouthful of hot rice.

This tender yet disheveled scene was fully reflected in Qin Bore's eyes.

She quietly watched him endure the pain, stubbornly holding strong, watching his pale lips, tense jaw, and the ferocious unhealed wound faintly oozing blood.

Qin Bore's heartache instantly spread.

She lightly lifted her hand, gently pressing his tense, cold hand.

Qin Bore's voice was clear, soft, and warm, carrying an irresistible gentle firmness as she spoke slowly:

"Don't push yourself, I'll feed you."

Her soft words landed, completely shattering the bedroom's tranquil atmosphere.

Lin Yuan's whole body tensed, his ears instantly flushed faintly red, his eyes full of surprise and unease, he instinctively wanted to shake his head and refuse:

"No need, I..."

But as he barely moved his jaw to speak, the tearing-like intense pain surged again.

Sharp pain shot straight to Lin Yuan's temples; his remaining words instantly got stuck in his throat, unable to utter even a syllable.

Lin Yuan could only force himself... swallow all his protests back, his eyes full of helpless embarrassment.

Qin Bore gave him no chance to put on a brave front, she lightly raised her hand to gently take the warm porcelain bowl from his hand, holding it steadily in her palm.

Her other hand picked up a small white porcelain spoon, lightly dipping it into the bowl.

She scooped up a plump, soft, fresh meat wonton, together with a little warm, clear, sweet broth, moving with extreme gentleness, fearing to shake and spill even a drop of liquid.

Warm yellow bedside lamp light gently fell, landing on her clear, delicate side face, outlining a refined, soft jawline.

Long lashes drooped, casting a faint shadow; at this moment, she was nothing but the gentle, soft demeanor of home.

She then slightly lowered her head, bringing the round, plump wonton in the spoon to her lips.

Qin Bore's lustrous, fine teeth... lightly opened and closed, slowly chewing the soft, glutinous wonton.

Her lips moved gently, finely grinding the firm filling and soft skin, bit by bit turning them into a soft, fine mash mixed with the fragrant, clear, sweet broth, forming a warm, palatable food slurry.

Every one of her movements was gentle and elegant, exuding the utmost delicate tenderness.

The entire bedroom was silent, save for her tiny, soft chewing sounds.

After a moment, the wonton in her mouth had been completely chewed into a soft, tender consistency, requiring no further biting or chewing.

Qin Bore slightly lifted her gaze, her clear, bright eyes firmly locking onto Lin Yuan on the bed, she slowly leaned forward.

The cool evening breeze slipped through the window crack, lightly stirring the fine hairs at her ears...

Threads of elegant fragrance... wrapped in warm breath, completely enveloping Lin Yuan's surroundings.

Her delicate face kept drawing near, her warm breath lightly sweeping over Lin Yuan's dry, pale lips, bringing a gentle warmth.

That lips, usually cold and aloof, never easily touched by tenderness, lightly brushed against his lips.

The two were so close that only a hair's breadth remained between them...

Their breaths intertwined, the ambiguous atmosphere in the quiet bedroom slowly spreading and warming.

Qin Bore's eyes were gentle as water, fixed on the man whose whole body was tense and at a loss.

She spoke softly, gently indicating:

"Open your mouth."