No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 170: Using Alcohol

Louis Snyder watched as the girl fled, then looked down at the clothes in his hand.

It seemed he could still smell a faint scent from them.

He frowned, but still didn’t reject them.

After all, wearing dirty and wet clothes was uncomfortable.

When Louis came out after changing his clothes, Hannah was already sitting on the sofa, a medicine box by her side.

The medicines he had bought before had been soaked by rain and were now unrecognizable, even the gauze was drenched.

He walked over, deliberately keeping distance from Hannah. Hannah didn’t seem to mind, "Can I check your wound?"

Louis wanted to refuse, but the wound on his back was, honestly, really hurting.

He didn’t like being touched, especially by Hannah Winter.

He had hoped that his injuries today would earn Tiffany’s sympathy, but unexpectedly...he couldn’t even see her.

There was self-mockery in his eyes.

Hannah looked at him with concern in her eyes, her bare face, perhaps due to the rain, looking slightly pale and cold.

Louis sighed inwardly.

Let it be.

He spoke, his voice retracing its previous politeness, "You can carry on."

He turned around, unbuttoned his shirt, and slowly pulled it down, revealing a somewhat thin and pale waist. Despite being thin, his muscles were well defined, not like his usually harmless nature, but more like a wild and attractive beauty.

a red wound that has broken the skin laid across his back, the blood still hasn’t stopped running, ruining the overall sense of beauty,

Any other girl, one of those who had been charmed by Louis, would have been blushing and wanting to rush to this innocent yet muscular-looking handsome young man.

But for Hannah...

She smirked, the laughter in her eyes deepening and picking up the iodine from the medicine box, but before applying it, switched it to the alcohol next to her.

Louis waited a while, not feeling any movement behind him, he tightened his grip on the clothing, his voice deliberately soft, "Is the wound too horrifying?"

After waiting for a while, he finally heard the girl reply from behind, "No, it’s just...we ran out of iodine, there’s only alcohol left, so..."

Hannah hesitated, her smile growing deeper, "...you may have to bear with the pain."

At her words, Louis went pale, but he clenched his teeth and nodded, "Alright, you can start."

Hannah held the alcohol in one hand and gently placed the other on the frail-looking back of the young man, whispering, "Bear with it a bit." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Feeling a cool, delicate touch on his back, Louis took a while to realize it was Hannah’s fingers.

Light and gentle, tracing across his reddened wound, bringing about a stinging pain, but also a bit of itch.

This itch felt like a feather lightly sweeping across his heart.

Unexpectedly, he did not dislike Hannah’s touch.

Both of them remained silent, the rain patter against the window, the wind causing the windows to creak, the outside world was so noisy, yet their little space was extraordinarily quiet, warm.

Louis couldn’t help but relax his body, as if soaking in warm water.

Yet the next second, a sharp pain shot from his back, almost making him cry out in surprise.

His body tensed up subconsciously, his veins even surfacing on his arm.

"Does it hurt a lot?" Hannah stopped her action, concern apparent in her voice.