"Don't you still have hands?" Lin Ye said with a wry smile. "Your fingers are thin, just reach in and pull out the bullet."

"what!" Wang Xiaoya is bet by Lin Ye. "You will die of pain!"

"the machine gun didn't kill me, let alone your two fingers." Lin Ye says decidedly, "come on, you can't die!" Then he took Wang Xiaoya's hand and moved it to the bullet hole in his thigh. Wang Xiaoya closed her eyes, and she could feel her fingers in a piece of warmth. It's wet and slippery inside. It feels different. Look at Lin Ye again. He is full of big men, but he...