The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 380

"What are you trying to do!"

"What do you think I can still do... do!"

Damn, I’m starting to stutter when I talk.

Mo Yu glanced at him. Her face didn’t look too good, and the nails recently fixed in the door gave her a great sensory shock. She hesitantly walked toward the main room, occasionally looking back, until she saw Ye Tian’s murderous eyes, then she hurried into the room and spotted the knife on the table.

The knife originally belonged to Chuanzi, but then Yu Er took it over for chopping vegetables.

"There’s a bottle of liquor under the table, grab it... grab it, hurry... hurry!"

Underneath was a half-drunk bottle of Er Guotou. Mo Yu looked at it and took it in her hand. She probably guessed what Ye Tian was thinking, and when she saw toilet paper on a table inside the room, she took that as well. When she ran out to the courtyard, she turned around in fright, her back to him, her face red, and cursed, "Pervert!"

Ye Tian had already pulled down his trousers, exposing his pale right leg hanging in the air, so cold that it was harsh!

Ye Tian felt so miserable inside. Do you think I want this? I have no choice.

At this moment, Ye Tian’s heart was pumping strongly, his mind clear, no different from usual times, but the numbness had not subsided one bit; subconsciously, the numb sensation was rampantly spreading.

"Quickly bring the stuff over!"

In face of life and death, Ye Tian couldn’t care less about cherishing the fairer sex and roared out loud, causing Mo Yu, who was facing away from him, to shudder.

Mo Yu turned around and saw Ye Tian’s complexion getting worse and worse. She thought he was about to die, feeling scared. But little did she know, it was the cold. The sun was setting in the afternoon. The temperature had dropped from around seven or eight degrees at noon to below zero. Being half-naked in the air at this time, it was a wonder not to be frozen to death.

Taking the bottle of old liquor Mo Yu handed over, he took a big gulp and then sprayed another gulp over his thigh. The alcohol vaporized on his leg, creating immediately a burning sensation.

Ye Tian felt relieved inside, there was still pain, which was effective. Often times, with injuries, you weren’t afraid of pain or itching, but non-sensation was alarming – that would mean true damage.

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Mo Yu handed over the knife.

Ye Tian took a sip of liquor and sprayed another on the blade.

The tiny hole in his thigh, as fine as a hair strand, could hardly be seen without close inspection. The needle stuck in his leg gave him a sensation as he gently pressed on it; there was pain and a stinging sensation.

That’s the spot.

It was a small switchblade. God knows what Chuanzi was thinking, this thing isn’t even as good as a razor blade for cutting packages, nor as effective as a machete for wounding people, but still he particularly carried such a thing with him.

Can’t care about that much anymore.

Although the knife doesn’t look good, it still makes a cut when it slashes a person’s body. Ye Tian slowly made a cut at the position of the needle hole. Due to the cold weather, the flesh on the leg was somewhat stiff, and blood had frozen on the flesh before it could flow out. He had to continuously wipe off the blood with tissue paper, and if he wiped too slow, the blood would stick along with the paper to the wound on his leg.

Ye Tian’s entire body was leaning, and it was impossible to use both hands at the same time, he had no choice but to ask Mo Yu for help. When he turned his head, the girl was turning her back to him.

"Hey, girl, help me out. If you don’t help me now, then I can only die."

Ye Tian spoke to her in as relaxed a tone as possible, afraid of adding to her psychological burden.

Mo Yu slowly turned around and upon seeing the blood gushing on his leg, she immediately covered her face with both hands, "Why do you use a knife..."

Before she finished speaking, she turned her back again.

Ye Tian was so weak he could hardly speak. He was losing blood and the weather was cold; even with his superior physical condition, he couldn’t hold up for long. Seeing Mo Yu react like that made him nearly burst into tears.

Mo Yu probably sensed the helplessness of the person behind her. As she slowly turned around, she saw Ye Tian bracing himself on the ground weakly with one hand, while the other hand held a spring knife covered in sticky blood and a few pieces of white tissue paper.

"What... what do you need me to do?"

"Open up the wound for me... never mind, I’ll handle the knife myself, you just wipe the blood clean. Come over."

As Ye Tian spoke, his voice was clearly weaker, as if using any more strength would make him collapse.

Finally, Mo Yu came over; after all, she realized that Ye Tian was in this condition because he had just saved her.

She crouched next to Ye Tian, her hands trembling as she wiped the blood from the wound with tissue paper. Since it had been a while, the blood had become sticky and hard to wipe away. Using too much force could even tear the skin, revealing the tender white flesh underneath, which made Mo Yu hesitant to continue.

"Go on! Otherwise, I’ll die!"

Hearing these words, Mo Yu finally made up her mind, exerting more force with her hands, which could even tear the skin. Her heart clenched in anxiety. Finally, when she cleaned the blood, a long cut appeared before her eyes.

Ye Tian was panting heavily, without speaking; his right hand holding the knife, he made a slash. The difficult sensation of slicing open flesh and skin made Mo Yu feel like collapsing. This man was too harsh with himself, although she had seen many soldiers treat their wounds themselves, none of them dared to be this harsh.

Facing the direction of the knife blade, a long cut appeared, forming a cross shape with the previous cut. Mo Yu hurriedly used tissue paper to clean the blood; if she delayed, the blood would stick and become even harder to clean.

"Okay."

"Ah? Oh."

Mo Yu freed both her hands, watching as Ye Tian discarded the knife, then his two fingers delved into the center of the cross, probing inside, causing four flaps of flesh to swing uncontrollably, spurting streams of blood, streaking down the leg, forming a blood groove.

Mo Yu stared in shock, then at Ye Tian’s face, where all the pain seemed to converge at that moment, hardened features as if torn by an earthquake, contorted, struggling, and roaring, all concentrated on that face.