Time Travel: My Comfortable Life After Going to the Countryside

"Let me see your wound." Liu Xiangyang walked to Zuo Qingqing's side and grabbed her shoulder.

With a "rip," the button on the shoulder of Zuo Qingqing's cotton-padded coat was torn even wider.

"Luckily, it was just a minor cut, but I still need to disinfect it first and go to the clinic for a tetanus shot when I get back."

"Sit still." Liu Xiangyang walked to the basket that had been thrown on the ground, reached inside, and actually took out a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) from his spatial storage.

Zuo Qingqing was still feeling lingering fear at this moment, and she didn't find it strange that Liu Xiangyang's basket contained all sorts of things.

Liu Xiangyang unscrewed the bottle cap and held it to Zuo Qingqing's lips. "Take a sip first, drink more, it will warm your body up."

She obediently opened her mouth and started gulping down the bottle.

"That's enough, that's enough. If you drink any more, there won't be any more alcohol to disinfect you," Liu Xiangyang stopped him.

The strong liquor went down my throat like a burning thread, and a wave of heat surged up from my chest and rushed straight to my face.

His pale face, terrified, was visibly flushed red, even the corners of his eyes turning crimson.

Liu Xiangyang touched her forehead and cheeks; they were burning hot.

"Bite on this, it will hurt a lot in a while." Liu Xiangyang handed the scabbard to Zuo Qingqing, who immediately bit it.

Liu Xiangyang grabbed a handful of the cleanest snow, squeezed it into a ball, and quickly and forcefully scrubbed the skin around the wound.

The cold snow stung her skin, causing Zuo Qingqing to bite down hard on the scabbard, her cheeks straining against the force.

After cleaning the area around the wound, he grabbed Zuo Qingqing's arm with his right hand, held her down on his hand, and held her firmly in place.

Holding a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) in his left hand, he aimed it at the wound and said, "Bear with it, it's going to hurt a lot, but it'll pass."

After saying that, he used his right hand to restrain Zuo Qingqing, and poured the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) from his left hand onto the wound on his right shoulder.

"Waaaaah..."

Zuo Qingqing let out a mournful cry, her whole body trembled, veins bulged on her forehead, her rosy face turned snow-white, and her fists were clenched so tightly that her skin was completely bloodless.

"Okay, I'll help you up and apply the medicine now." Liu Xiangyang helped her sit on the ground and then rummaged through his basket (his spatial storage) and found a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao.

Zuo Qingqing was breathing heavily, her high breasts heaving, and there were deep teeth marks on the scabbard of her hunting knife.

"Now there's just one last step. Keep biting the scabbard."

"Will my wound leave a scar?" Zuo Qingqing asked.

"This is a family heirloom medicine powder that has miraculous effects on all kinds of wounds and can prevent scarring, so you can rest assured."

"Stop dawdling, bite down on the scabbard. If it really leaves a scar, I'll figure out a way to make it disappear," Liu Xiangyang urged.

"You really do..."

Seeing that Zuo Qingqing was still dawdling, Liu Xiangyang directly shoved the scabbard into Zuo Qingqing's mouth, silencing her from saying anything more.

"Wait until I've applied the medicine, then you can continue talking." After saying that, she sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao powder on the wound.

"Ugh...!"

Hearing Liu Xiangyang say he could help her remove the scars, she relaxed, but it still hurt more than when she had just disinfected it with alcohol.

"Alright, now we need to find a clean cloth to bandage the wound. My clothes are all dirty, so you can pull them off yourself."

"Your clothes are dirty, and so are mine. Where am I supposed to get you some clean clothes?" Zuo Qingqing asked.

"Ahem, don't tell me you're not wearing a bellyband. It's much cleaner than my underwear, isn't it?" Liu Xiangyang said, glancing at Zuo Qingqing's chest.

"Then turn your head around." Zuo Qingqing's shy voice became much softer.

Liu Xiangyang turned around and heard a series of giggling sounds.

"Liu Xiangyang, I... I can't untie it with one hand..."

When Liu Xiangyang turned around, he saw Zuo Qingqing looking like she was about to cry, with the top button of her cotton coat undone on her left hand.

"I'm doing this to save your life, not to take advantage of you. Don't accuse me of molesting you later."

"Mmm," Zuo Qingqing responded in a barely audible voice.

Liu Xiangyang went around behind her, pulled open her autumn clothes, and saw that a thin rope was tied into a bow around Jiao Bai's neck.

He grabbed the end of the thread and loosened the bow. "Ahem, I'm going to pull it."

"There's another knot below!" Zuo Qingqing felt her face burning hot, almost as hot as a monkey's bottom.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Liu Xiangyang pulled Zuo Qingqing's thermal underwear out of her pants again, and when he lifted it up, he saw a patch of skin that was even whiter than the snow on the ground.

A blast of cold air rushed in, and Zuo Qingqing shivered. Liu Xiangyang quickly untied the bow. "I'm going to pull it out."

Liu Xiangyang reached his hand behind her back to her lower abdomen, grabbed the hem of her bodice, and pulled hard, tearing it out.

"Mmm..." Zuo Qingqing let out a soft moan, perhaps from rubbing against something.

"Are you cold? I'll go get my cloak and wrap it around you so you won't be so cold."

Before Zuo Qingqing could nod, Liu Xiangyang took her bib and then took the bearskin from the basket and wrapped it around her neck.

"Alright, now it's the last step. Let me bandage your wound."

Liu Xiangyang held the bellyband and tried to bandage the wound several times, but it was difficult because Zuo Qingqing's cotton coat and the clothes underneath were covering the wound.

"Zuo Qingqing, we might have to cut off the sleeve from the shoulder to properly bandage the wound," Liu Xiangyang said, looking at Zuo Qingqing.

"But this is all I have left. If it gets torn, I'll have nothing to wear."

"Hmm, there's another way, but..."

"What method?"

"It's like I put my hand through your bodice and bring it to your shoulders," Liu Xiangyang demonstrated the movements for her.

"Then let's use this method."

"Okay, then bear with it, it'll be a bit cold."

Liu Xiangyang held the bellyband, and with his right hand, he reached inside the clothes with a strip of cloth, pulling it upwards. The cold air touched her skin, and Zuo Qingqing got goosebumps all over her body.

Liu Xiangyang's hand reached the wound on his shoulder, lifted the clothes on his shoulder, and the undergarment passed over the wound.

The two were less than ten centimeters apart, their breaths mingling on each other's faces. Zuo Qingqing stared at his blood-stained face as he carefully bandaged her wounds, momentarily mesmerized.

Liu Xiangyang reached his left hand under her back, tied a knot in the thread under her armpit, and tried to pull it a couple of times to see if the bodice covering the wound would slip off. Then he prepared to take his hand out.

Without realizing it, he used a little too much force and hurt Zuo Qingqing's wound.

Zuo Qingqing fell directly to the ground, accidentally knocking Liu Xiangyang down with her.

He reacted quickly, grabbing Zuo Qingqing's chest with his right hand and bracing himself on the ground with his left hand to prevent them from falling.

"Ouch...it hurts!" Zuo Qingqing cried out in pain.

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