My Ares Son-in-Law

Zhou Hongyan instinctively tried to use her hands to block Xiao Chen's next move. She frantically raised her hands and waved them wildly in the air, as if she could build a barrier to protect herself.

However, the excruciating pain from her right leg and back surged like a tidal wave, assaulting her nerves in waves and making her movements sluggish and clumsy. Before she could even raise her hand to the right position, Xiao Chen had already taken the initiative.

However, Xiao Chen acted even faster!
It was as fast as lightning streaking across the night sky, leaving no time to react.

Suddenly, a tactical dagger, thin as a cicada's wing and gleaming coldly, appeared in his left hand.

The dagger gleamed with a cold light in the dim light, like a lurking beast, ready to launch a fatal attack at any moment.

A flash of light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, brief yet dazzling.

"Hey!"

A crisp yet piercing sound of tearing fabric rang out clearly in the deathly silent space, as if it were a cruel declaration of fate.

Zhou Hongyan's black combat pants, which were already stained beyond recognition with blood and dust and torn beyond recognition by Luo Sha's palm strike, were now ripped open from the thigh by the sharp blade, leaving a long gash.

The gash was like a demon's gaping maw, spreading rapidly and instantly exposing her legs completely.

In an instant, a long, straight leg was revealed, but the once fair and jade-like skin was now covered with large patches of terrible purplish-blue bruises, like a horrifying painting that had been wantonly smeared.

In some places, the injuries were so severe that they were twisted and deformed, creating a stark contrast with the surrounding intact skin.

These once vibrant and beautiful legs now appear as if they were flowers ravaged by a storm, looking so miserable and fragile.

Under the lights, the contrast between the bluish-purple and the deathly white was shocking!
The bluish-purple parts were like a gloomy haze, exuding an aura of oppression and pain; while the pale parts were like a glimmer of light in the darkness, yet they appeared so helpless and desolate.

Zhou Hongyan felt a chill run from her feet to her head, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

What made Zhou Hongyan's blood rush to her head, and she was so ashamed and indignant that she was on the verge of collapse, was...

Because the trouser leg was precisely cut open by that incredibly sharp blade, the torn edge inevitably rolled up upwards under the influence of gravity, like a fig leaf that had been ruthlessly torn off.

The combat trousers stood out starkly against the bloody and filthy surroundings, a stark irony that made Zhou Hongyan wish she could disappear into the ground.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment, and time seemed to stand still.

All surrounding sounds disappeared, leaving only the rapid, violent beating of Zhou Hongyan's heart in the silence.

Zhou Hongyan's cheeks instantly turned as if they were being burned by a raging fire, so red that they were almost dripping blood. The scalding temperature seemed to ignite the surrounding air!

An overwhelming sense of shame overwhelmed her like a surging tide, mixed with the sharp, needle-like pain in her legs, making her vision go black and almost causing her to faint!
"Xiao Chen! You bastard! Scum! You took advantage of me! I'm going to kill you!!"

Zhou Hongyan reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, instantly bristling with anger!
Anger erupted from the depths of her heart like a volcanic eruption.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in her legs, she frantically grabbed a tattered rag stained with pungent blood from the ground. The sticky texture of the rag made her nauseous, but she couldn't care less at that moment. She frantically tried to cover her exposed skin, as if that would salvage a shred of dignity. At the same time, she screamed at Xiao Chen with all her might, her voice sharp and piercing, filled with humiliating rage, as if it wanted to tear the entire space apart!

Her eyes were wide open, bloodshot, and filled with anger, humiliation, and a barely perceptible despair.

However, her angry shouting came to an abrupt halt, like a stirring piece of music suddenly being paused.

Because just as she frantically grabbed the rag, Xiao Chen's hand, with its distinct knuckles and strong lines, stained with a little dark red blood, remained unusually steady, without the slightest tremor.

The hand, as if carrying an irresistible force, gently and slowly covered the most severe and swollen bruise on her thigh.

The movement was so gentle, as if touching an incredibly precious and fragile object, yet it carried an undeniable firmness.

The warmth in my palm was like the first ray of spring sunshine piercing through the cold winter, gentle yet brimming with vitality.

An indescribable warm current, as gentle as a hot spring yet brimming with vitality, unexpectedly and clearly seeped through Xiao Chen's broad, slightly rough palm, slowly yet firmly penetrating beneath her cold, stinging skin.

This warm current is like a highly skilled dancer, moving lightly through the meridians of her body, flowing gently yet firmly and spreading outwards.

Wherever it goes, it seems to inject new vitality into every inch of injured skin, making the originally dead and painful cells rejuvenate.

Zhou Hongyan trembled violently, her eyes, which had been tightly closed due to pain, suddenly opened, filled with fear and confusion.

Her eyes darted around anxiously, trying to figure out what had happened.

Xiao Chen stood tall and steady, like an unshakeable mountain.

One of his hands still carried the chilling killing intent that lingered from tearing the neon tube earlier; the icy aura seemed to still linger on his fingertips, sending shivers down one's spine.

Meanwhile, her other hand was steadily performing treatment. That palm was broad and warm, like a warm harbor, bringing her an unprecedented sense of security.

Through the torn fabric of her combat uniform, an indescribable warmth, like living lava, suddenly pierced through his palm, carrying an unstoppable force that rapidly spread throughout her body.

"Well!"

Caught off guard, Zhou Hongyan let out a short, muffled groan.

This feels so weird!
The warm current forcefully penetrated the skin and flesh, as if it had its own consciousness, ignoring the tearing of muscles and the misalignment of bones, and directly drilled into the deepest source of pain!

It was not a gentle comfort, but more like a torrent of strange vitality, rushing and washing through her damaged meridians and blood vessels.

Where the torrent passed, the burning, excruciating pain melted away as quickly as ice and snow under the scorching sun.

She could feel her wounds healing little by little, the pain lessening bit by bit, and an unprecedented sense of comfort welling up inside her. (End of Chapter)