Zhuo Xiusi glanced at the wound, which wasn't very deep yet had not injured the muscles or bones. He sighed, "I'm going to remove the bullet now, you'll need to bear with me."
"Will it hurt a lot?"
Before Gong Heng could say anything, Mu Mian was already sweating cold beads of nervousness on the side, her complexion even paler, as if she could faint at any moment.
Gong Heng laughed softly, "Come here."
Mu Mian obediently walked over.
Gong Heng nonchalantly pulled her into his embrace, "Remember, if you struggle, you'll touch my wound." Then he said to Zhuo Xiusi, "You can start now."
Zhuo Xiusi rubbed the tweezers together, and when they delved into his flesh, he bowed his head and captured the red lips of the girl in his arms, kissing her wildly without restraint.
She was startled, her body instinctively tensed, not daring to move. She wanted to push him away but refrained, recalling Zhuo Xiusi was tending to his wound.
