No Substitutes for the Bigshots' Dream Girl Anymore!-Chapter 171: No Pain
Louis Snyder gritted his teeth and laughed, "It doesn’t hurt, sister, you can continue."
Hannah let out an apparent sigh of relief, "That’s good."
Hannah was gentle with her actions, yet they did little to alleviate the pain caused by sterilizing the wound with alcohol.
The brief dozen or so seconds felt like an eternity to Louis. By the time Hannah began to apply medicated dressings to his wound, his forehead had already broken out in a fine layer of sweat, and his face was pale.
Hannah brought the first-aid kit over to him, intending to treat the wound on his face. What she saw was a feeble sight of the young man.
The young man’s innocent, harmless eyes showed a hint of endurance, his handsome face paled, a sight which drives pity in anyone who sees it.
She furrowed her eyebrows and bit her lip, "I’m sorry, did I apply the solution too harshly?"
Louis’ voice weakened somewhat, and he shook his head, "It has nothing to do with you."
Hannah sighed with relief, "That’s good."
Louis paused. His eyes drifted towards the girl’s exposed collarbone from the neckline, only to feel a rush of heat on his face, so he unnaturally turned his face away.
The next second, her warm, soft hand lightly rested on his lower jaw, turning his face back to her.
Hannah said seriously, "I need to treat the wound on your face."
As the two were brought closer, Hannah was kneeling on the sofa in front of him. Her nightgown was loose, revealing a portion of her slender, fair arm.
A faint, pleasant scent wafted from her, gently caressing his nose from time to time. It wasn’t repulsive; instead, it was a comfortable fragrance.
Louis looked up to find the girl’s smooth and delicate jawline in his view. Above the jawline was her beautiful lips, as delicate as flower petals. Her lower lip was lightly bitten, and it was as red as blood, exuding a touch of allure.
Her curving eyelashes trembling lightly, her movements were cautious. Her beautiful eyes conveyed much tenderness and concern when you look closely.
Could she be feeling sorry for him?
Louis pulled the corners of his mouth into a small smile.
He can’t really pinpoint his feelings.
Only his sensitive skin kept registering the girl’s tender touch with a hint of warmth. The contact made him linger in a certain way, yet also stirred a sense of restlessness in him.
Gazing at the girl’s slender and fair neck, Louis could feel his breathing becoming heavier; even the breath he exhaled was warm.
"Done."
Just when Louis was struggling with whether or not he should push her away, Hannah was the first to pull away.
He felt a sense of indescribable loss.
But it was just for a moment, and he quickly suppressed it.
He told himself, he was captivated merely because Hannah Winter had a face resembling that of Tiffany’s.
Hannah threw the used cotton swab into a nearby trash can, and she pulled two band-aids from the first-aid kit. "I’ve applied medication to the wound, I’ll help you apply the band-aid so as to avoid infection."
As soon as she finished speaking, Louis reached out and took the band-aids.
He met the girl’s watery, questioning eyes. His voice was somewhat unnatural and colder, with a hint of distance, "I can do it myself, sister, you go rest."
Hannah seemed stunned by the young man’s abrupt actions. She stared blankly at him for a while before saying, "Then I’ll go rest. Be careful with your wound."
With that, she got up and left.
Watching the girl’s retreating figure, the young man’s usually clear and harmless eyes showed a hint of agitation.
Naturally, he has an innocent look of a young man. Now, after receiving treatment for his injury, he did not look ragged but rather more distressing.
