The 8th session of the dream of desire has come to an end

Is your slender waist something that cannot be touched like a tiger's bottom? Bai Shaoliu thought to himself, but still prepared a basin of clean water and placed it beside her. He carefully cleaned her wound with a cotton swab, saying as he worked, "It might hurt a bit, bear with it. The wound isn't too serious, but it has opened up a little more."

The first thing Bai Shao did after putting down Qing Chen was to rush to the bathroom for a shower. His clothes were in disarray from the forest, and he was also stained with Qing Chen's blood. Upon removing his clothes, he discovered that Qing Chen's blood had seeped into his pants and had congealed. Of all places, the blood had stuck to the area just below his abdomen, where the dark hair was thick, even staining his little brother red. No matter how much soap he used, he could not wash away the congealed blood; he could only pick at it little by little with his hands. In the process, he accidentally pulled out a few curly black hairs, causing him to suck in a breath of cold air through his teeth.

Qing Chen's tone remained淡淡, devoid of any emotion: "I know my own wounds; seeing a doctor is of little use. Rest assured, I will not die. If I were to die, it certainly would not be here with you"

Bai Shaoliu suddenly wanted to make a joke, or perhaps scare her a little: "Why aren't you leaving now that you're awake? Aren't you afraid I might bring the police? How do you know I wasn't just reporting a case?"

Bai Shaoliu: "Did you not sit up by yourself?"

Qingchen: "No!" Xiaobai suddenly sensed a hint of fear in her tone, as if she were very scared... He quickly realized that Qingchen might still be unable to move freely at the moment, and if she wanted to change clothes...

Hurry and reach out to rub, clean it thoroughly including the lower body. This is the blood of Qingchen, and just as he thought of this, his member inexplicably became erect, harder than ever before. He quickly turned on the cold water and poured it over his head, calming his mind, but his little brother remained stubbornly erect for a long time.

Bai Shaoliu stood by the bed, merely wanting to think about the * picture * book. After a while, he suddenly reached out and gave his own face a light slap, then turned around and left with the money. He took a taxi to the city center, bought a pile of food and all the medicines he could think of. He was unsure about Qingchen's injuries; did she need to see a doctor? But how could he possibly call a doctor? After thinking it over, he realized there was no good way to do it, so he decided to go home and wait for her to wake up. Hopefully, she was not in any life-threatening danger; otherwise, he would be in big trouble!

Bai Shaoliu glanced at her; through the veil, he could not discern her expression, so he simply set the items aside without bandaging her. The atmosphere suddenly turned silent. Qingchen no longer spoke, and Bai Shaoliu was at a loss for words. They were originally strangers, and today, inexplicably, Bai Shaoliu had brought the injured Qingchen home. It seemed that he had completed what needed to be done, but Bai Shaoliu did not know what to do next

Qing Chen: "I, I, I still cannot move now"

Qing Chen: "You don't need to worry about me; just do whatever you want. Just don't tell anyone I'm here." She finally spoke the last sentence in a pleading tone

Qingchen: "I do not know what you have been doing, but I know you returned alone, as can be discerned from the sound of your footsteps"

Qing Chen: "You do not understand, I still cannot move now, I can only sit like this."

Qing Chen: "No, I haven't moved at all these past few days"

Bai Shaoliu: "Well then, there is one question: there is only one bed here, where will I sleep?" As soon as he spoke, he sensed that Qingchen's heart began to panic again, like a frightened little animal. He quickly changed his tone: "I was just joking with you. I'll figure it out myself; after all, it's not cold. I can just sleep on the floor or something... Are you sure I don't need to take care of you these few days?"

"You are back?" Suddenly, Qing Chen spoke up. His voice was not loud, but it startled Bai Shaoliu, causing him to nearly drop the convenience bag in his hand.

Thus, Bai Shaoliu brought Qingchen back to his residence, though he himself could not quite understand why. Fortunately, he lived in a remote area on the outskirts of the city, where hardly anyone ventured out after dark, and few were inclined to meddle in others' affairs. Bai Shaoliu did not carry Qingchen on his back; rather, he held her across his chest because she had an injury at her waist. Qingchen was not heavy, standing perhaps around 1.6 meters tall and weighing no more than 100 pounds, yet carrying her down from the mountain like this left Bai Shaoliu drenched in sweat. If it were not for his robust health since childhood and his regular mountain climbing exercises, he might not have been able to endure it.

Although there is no flooring in the room, fortunately the landlord has laid down synthetic flooring, which can be cleaned and used for sleeping on the ground. After all, Qingchen does not need a pillow or a blanket while sitting there. Bai Shaoliu took the quilt, spread it halfway on the ground and covered herself with the other half, using a pillow to sleep like that. As she had said, Qingchen sat on the bed without moving, as if she had entered a petrified state. Bai Shaoliu lay on the ground, curiously watching her, deliberately using her peculiar telepathic ability to probe what kind of emotion Qingchen was experiencing at that moment. As she had said, Qingchen sat on the bed without moving, as if she had entered a petrified state. Bai Shaoliu lay on the ground, curiously watching her, deliberately using her peculiar telepathic ability to probe what kind of emotion Qingchen was experiencing at that moment.

Bai Shaoliu nodded slightly, no longer speaking. It was already quite late, and he needed to rest; the most pressing matter was to find a place to sleep. In many novels, it is a common plot for a boy to bring a girl home, where the girl sleeps in the boy's bed while the boy sleeps on the sofa. However, this was not the case in Xiaobai's home, as there was no sofa at all. In his room, there was only a writing desk with a second-hand computer on it, a small dining table, a backrest chair, a square stool, a single bed, and a simple canvas wardrobe. These were all of his and the library's possessions; aside from the box under the bed and the canvas wardrobe, everything else was purchased from a second-hand market.

Bai Shaoliu: "I almost forgot that you are a martial arts expert... I went out to buy some things, including medicine! Is your injury serious? Perhaps you could change into some clothes and go see a doctor"

Qing Chen hesitantly said: "Use a cotton swab, do not touch me with your hands"

He stood there feeling somewhat awkward, and it took him quite a while to remember that this was his own home. Qing Chen was sitting on his bed, while he could only stand to the side and stare at her foolishly. Bai Shaoliu rubbed his hands together, cleared his throat, and asked again: "Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Just as a test, Bai Shaoliu suddenly sat up, almost letting out a scream. At this moment, Qingchen felt an overwhelming sense of fear, an endless fear! It was like standing in the darkness, surrounded by unknown threats that could swallow you at any moment. When Bai Shaoliu was a child, he once played too much and, unable to descend the mountain before dark, found himself in a chaotic graveyard. Suddenly, he heard an owl hooting, and then a chilling wind arose around him. That feeling was similar, but the degree of fear sensed now was more than ten times stronger than it was back then. When Bai Shaoliu was a child, he once played too much and, unable to descend the mountain before dark, found himself in a chaotic graveyard. Suddenly, he heard an owl hooting, and then a chilling wind arose around him. That feeling was similar, but the degree of fear sensed now was more than ten times stronger than it was back then

He spoke there while Qingchen remained silent. Bai Shaoliu noticed that the skin around her wound had developed fine goosebumps. He could sense her inner pain, along with a hint of gratitude, yet he was unwilling to speak. After cleaning the wound thoroughly, he applied an anti-inflammatory ointment. After some thought, he also applied burn ointment—he was not a doctor and could only rely on his own experience. Finally, when he intended to bandage it with gauze, Qingchen spoke: "Just like this, no need to bandage." After cleaning the wound thoroughly, he applied an anti-inflammatory ointment. After some thought, he also applied burn ointment—he was not a doctor and could only rely on his own experience. Finally, when he intended to bandage it with gauze, Qingchen spoke: "Just like this, no need to bandage."

After taking a shower and changing into a fresh set of clothes, Xiaobai stood at the foot of the bed, gazing at the unconscious Qingchen. Her posture lying there was quite alluring. Xiaobai knew that beneath her black attire, she was almost completely undressed, wearing a veil that revealed a patch of skin at her waist. Although she was in a deep slumber, it only added to her allure. ... Xiaobai's thoughts began to wander again, analyzing the situation as if writing a report at the bank: A. Should I pounce on her now? ... Then hand her over to the constables for a reward; would they accuse me of sexual assault? Xiaobai's mind continued to race, following the same analytical approach: A. Should I pounce on her now? ... Then hand her over to the constables for a reward; would they accuse me of sexual assault? B. If I save her, would she offer herself to repay me ...? C. If I take advantage of her while she is unconscious ... and still choose not to hand her over but save her, what would happen to her?

Bai Shaoliu let out a gentle sigh and decided to be a good person to the end: "I have placed the medicine, cotton, and bandages beside you, and I will prepare a basin of clean water. If you can use your hand, please clean the wound yourself."

You may not need to change your clothes, but the wound on your waist must be treated; otherwise, it will become infected. Leaving a large scar would be quite unsightly

Qing Chen's sitting posture was not the kind of cross-legged position that Xiao Bai had seen in movies, television, or other occasions, but rather a peculiar straddling position. Her legs were crossed in front of her, with her right thigh resting on her left thigh, her left foot extending to the right side of her body, and her right foot extending to the left side, her waist held straight. Bai Shaoliu did not know what she was doing and did not dare to disturb her, gently closing the door and placing the items on the small dining table.

When Bai Shaoliu returned home, two hours had already passed. He pushed the door open and saw Qingchen on the bed. To his surprise, Qingchen had already gotten up and was sitting on the bed in a strange posture. The housing prices in Wuyou City are very high; even in the suburbs, one cannot rent a large house for six hundred yuan a month. Bai Shaoliu rented a one-bedroom apartment without a living room. Upon entering, there is a single room, with a small bathroom and a kitchen adjacent to it. A single man living there does not pay much attention to it, and usually does not bother to hang a curtain, so one can see the bed as soon as the door is pushed open.

Xiao Bai has had the habit of daydreaming since childhood. He has no parents and usually has no friends willing to play with him. He enjoys sitting alone by the river with a book, watching the flowing water and letting his thoughts wander freely, as if his imagination were galloping like a wild horse, creating various daydreams. Of course, he only thinks about these things; he neither does nor could ever do the things he imagines. This habit has persisted to the present day, to the extent that even his online chat username is "Master of Fantasies." Of course, he only thinks about these things; he neither does nor could ever do the things he imagines. This habit has persisted to the present day, to the extent that even his online chat username is "Master of Fantasies."

How can this woman still speak so harshly after everything? She should consider who saved her! However, Bai Shaoliu sensed a hint of hesitation in her heart, indicating that she cared about his proposal. Women are very protective of their appearance; even an unsightly scar on the waist can be a terrifying matter.

In his lifetime, it was the first time he had been so close to a woman. She curled up in his arms like a gentle lamb, saying nothing along the way. When Bai Shaoliu placed her on his single bed, which had not been changed for a month, Qingchen only uttered, "Don't touch me!" before fainting. This time, she truly lost consciousness. Bai Shaoliu could tell that Qingchen was serious, and he felt a deep sense of fear.

Bai Shaoliu then noticed that Qingchen had not moved at all while speaking just now. Her hands were folded on her left knee, and even when she spoke, her veil did not flutter; she sat there like a statue. Bai Shaoliu tentatively asked: "You can't move, so how about this? I will help you clean your wounds, just without touching any other areas."

Bai Shaoliu: "I didn't mean that. I meant to ask if you would like to change your clothes? Have something to eat? Apply some medicine to your wound?"

Qingchen: "I am now awake; I heard your footsteps even before you entered the door."

Bai Shaoliu: "Are you not moving or speaking? Do you not eat? Do you not go to the bathroom?"

Qing Chen: "You are not allowed to touch me!"

You startled me

Could you please allow me to stay here for a few days? Just a few days will suffice. I will not move or speak; you can treat me as if I do not exist.