Chapter 5

The man slightly turned his body to face her. The well-defined eight-pack abs on his waist were extremely eye-catching. His strong and powerful muscle lines were exquisitely beautiful, and his attractive light wheat-colored skin exuded a dominant force. The crisscrossing knife wounds and bullet holes on his body not only didn't detract from his beauty but instead gave a particularly powerful visual impact!

Her eyes sparkled with an indescribable astonishment. Seeing a real-life version of a man's body for the first time, Avril's face suddenly turned red, and her breath caught in her throat. However, she didn't dodge, but subconsciously widened her eyes and stared.

Her peach blossom eyes stared straight at his waist and abdomen, shining brightly. Then, her gaze lowered, and she saw the two lines of abdominal muscles sinking into his black trousers.

Avril suddenly felt an itch in her hands and heart. She wanted to pick up her brush and paint the man in front of her!

His muscle lines were too beautiful, tight and symmetrical, full of strength. If she turned him into a comic character, he would definitely capture a large number of teenage readers! Just thinking about it made her heart race!

He leaned against the wall, turned sideways, and faced away from her. The lines on his back were even more beautiful. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, streamlined muscles, solid and powerful.

He turned on the shower head, bent down laboriously, and sprayed water fiercely towards his head. It was clear he was trying to suppress the effects of the drugs. Water slid down his bare back, and his wheat-colored muscles trembled slightly, stained with dark red blood.

The scene was so aesthetically pleasing that Avril widened her eyes, unable to look away. Until he turned off the tap and sat down on the toilet, "Have you seen enough?"

"..." Avril took a deep breath, raising her gaze to his face.

He glanced at her coldly. That look seemed to particularly dislike women who blatantly coveted his beauty.

The two stood still for a moment. His right hand trembled as he gripped the scissors. His face was pale. He heated the scissors with the lighter, then poured some saline solution on the wound.

"Hiss..." He sucked in a sharp breath. Beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead.

His fingers holding the scissors turned white, and he used the scissors to peel away the bloody flesh. Due to the effects of the drugs, his eyes couldn't focus, and he couldn't clamp down on the bullet no matter how hard he tried. Avril stared at his hand, which touched the bullet a few times but couldn't grip it.

The man's eyes were dark, trembling with pain. He broke out in a cold sweat, and his trembling hand pressed against her shoulder, squeezing it as if to crush it.

"It'll be over soon. Hang in there!" Avril gritted her teeth and exerted force, deftly and cleanly clamping the bullet out.

"Fortunately, the bullet missed vital organs and just embedded itself in the flesh. You won't die."

Blood stained the scissors, and the bullet, when pulled out, still had traces of blood attached to it. Avril's voice trembled, but her hands were steady. She threw the bullet and scissors on the ground, grabbed another white towel, and pressed it against his bleeding wound.

"You're amazing!" The man took a deep breath, his face contorted with pain, but he still managed to praise her.

He hadn't expected that a little girl like her would be so ruthless! He shook his head, feeling like he was about to pass out from the torment of the drugs.