"Touch here." Xu Qigang said, grabbing her soft right hand and pushing it inside his clothes. A long scar on his shoulder extends all the way to his heart. Continuing inward, along his firm, elastic chest muscles, down to his slightly uneven ribs.
Having spent so much time with the rescue team, Sheng Ning knew it was a gunshot wound.
"At that time, there was a shortage of ammunition, and there was no way to treat the injuries. On the way back, Qin Yue was also being uncooperative..." No matter how difficult the tasks have been, he's always chosen to report the good news and not the bad.
This is the last thing he wants to do, trying to gain her sympathy in this way.
"Let go." Sheng Ning said coldly, her eyes constantly downcast, avoiding his gaze.
Xu Qigang was stunned, unable to hide his desolate expression.
