Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

When Wu Wei came out of Wu Sansheng's place, the moon had already risen.

Almost all the lights in the fishing village were off, with only one or two fishing lights occasionally flashing on the distant sea.

The sea breeze, carrying a salty, fishy smell, swept through the courtyard, making Wu Wei shiver slightly.

The two households didn't have many rooms, and with Wu Sansheng bringing several people, they had to squeeze in.

Except for Zhang Qiling, who was in a coma and had a room to himself, the others shared rooms.

The family heated up some water for them so they could take a quick bath.

When Wu Wei came out after washing up, his hair was still dripping wet, and a towel was draped around his neck.

When they arrived at Zhang Qiling's room, they bumped into Hei Xiazi, who was also there.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, her hair half-dry, sunglasses covering her eyes, I don't know what she was thinking.

Wu Wei walked over, reached out and touched Zhang Qiling's forehead; the temperature was normal.

He knew Zhang Qiling didn't have a fever, but he still wanted to confirm it.

Wu Wei's gaze shifted to Hei Xiazi and stopped.

The gauze on Hei Xiazi's arm was soaked, with water droplets seeping out from the edges.

"Your wound got wet?" Wu Wei's brows furrowed immediately.

Black Bear glanced down, as if only just noticing, and gave a nonchalant smile: "Didn't notice."

Wu Wei didn't waste any words with him, grabbed his uninjured arm and pulled him out.

After going out and turning a corner, they asked Panzi for the first-aid kit and then dragged the person back to their room.

He pressed Hei Xiazi down onto the bed, then moved a stool to sit opposite him and bent down to untie the soaked gauze from Hei Xiazi's arm.

The gauze was wrapped around the wound again and again, and the yellowish-brown marks left by the iodine around the wound had long since been washed away.

Wu Wei raised his head and glared at Hei Xiazi.

He poked at the intact skin next to the wound with his finger: "You deserve to feel pain."

Black Bear hissed in agreement, a smile still playing on his lips:

"I didn't notice, I won't do it again next time."

Wu Wei ultimately softened his movements.

He dipped a cotton swab in iodine and applied it little by little along the edge of the wound.

Remembering that Hei Xiazi had said on the boat that blowing on it would help, I lowered my head again and gently blew on it while applying the ointment.

The warm breath brushed against the wound, bringing a sensation that was both painful and itchy.

Black Bear's Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Wu Wei didn't say anything, but focused on re-wrapping the gauze round and round and tying it into a bow.

He put down the medical kit and sat down next to Black Bear.

He lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and then his voice rang out softly: "I'm sorry."

Wu Wei's voice held a hint of self-loathing: "If we had just killed Aning, neither of you would have..."

His voice trembled, "Today... I thought you..."

"Wu Wei," Hei Xiazi called his name.

He took off his sunglasses and set them aside, then lifted Wu Wei's head and looked into his eyes.

"You're not a serial killer. She carried a bomb; nobody expected it. It's none of your business."

Wu Wei suddenly hugged Hei Xiazi's uninjured arm and rested his head on Hei Xiazi's shoulder.

"Thank goodness you're alright." His voice was muffled, filled with the relief of surviving a close call.

Black Bear froze.

Such intimate gestures are rare in his daily interactions with Wu Wei.

This is something Wu Wei usually does only with Zhang Qiling.

To make it easier to apply the medicine, he was only wearing a black tight-fitting vest on his upper body, and Wu Wei's body temperature could be transmitted through the thin fabric without any obstruction.

The face, still damp from the shower, pressed against his shoulder.

That place looks like it's about to catch fire.

Hei Xiazi slowly clenched his fist, wanting to hug Wu Wei tightly.

Just like how Wu Wei hugged him tightly today.

Hei Xiazi's voice was terribly hoarse as he tried his best to suppress his emotions as he asked Wu Wei, "Are you sleepy?"

Wu Wei nodded, still holding his arm.

The sensation of skin rubbing against skin made Hei Xiazi's heart pound wildly, clamoring for him to touch Wu Wei.

He thought that perhaps he should pull his arm away, should let Wu Wei let go, and should, as usual, brush off this excessive intimacy with a joke.

He heard himself say to Wu Wei, "Go to sleep first."

Wu Wei grunted in agreement and released his grip.

The warm sensation vanished abruptly, and Black Bear breathed a sigh of relief, but an uncontrollable sense of loss welled up in his chest.

After lying down, Wu Wei turned to his side, his eyes still open as he looked at him: "Lie down."

Hei Xiazi felt that he was about to lose the composure he had been maintaining.

What happened today has left Wu Wei with lingering fears, not just on his own.

He almost lost Wu Wei, and he also experienced losing him and then regaining him.

At this moment, Wu Wei's closeness was both a comfort and a torment for him.

Black Bear quickly put his sunglasses back on his nose, stood up, and spoke in a slightly unsteady voice:

"You go to sleep first, I'll have a smoke."

Wu Wei nodded obediently, his voice tinged with sleepiness: "Then hurry back."

Black Bear's eyes, hidden behind sunglasses, were absolutely piercing.

He took a deep breath, gripped the cigarette pack, pushed open the door, and went out.

Leaning against a stone pillar under the eaves, he took a cigarette from his cigarette case and put it in his mouth, but couldn't light it even after pressing the lighter twice.

The third attempt finally ignited the fire, and the flames flickered in the night breeze.

The acrid smoke filled my lungs, reducing the heat in my chest somewhat.

After smoking three or four cigarettes in a row, Hei Xiazi finally threw down the cigarette butt and went back to his room.

Standing at the head of the bed, I looked at Wu Wei's sleeping face.

She raised her hand and gently touched Wu Wei's face, her fingers sliding down his high, straight nose.

But then he stopped, not daring to continue.

Looking at Wu Wei's closed eyes, Hei Xiazi bent down.

He gently touched Wu Wei's forehead.

……

When Wu Wei woke up in the morning, no one was beside him.

As I walked out, I saw Wu Sansheng and Hei Xiazi chatting about something, the atmosphere was very relaxed.

Wu Wei washed his face and went over, where Pan Zi brought him a breakfast.

Wu Wei smiled at Pan Zi and said, "Thank you, Uncle Pan."

He then asked Hei Xiazi and Wu Sansheng, "Have you eaten?"

"You're the only one who hasn't eaten yet," Black Bear said with a smile.

Thinking of Wu Xie, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, Wu Wei asked Wu Sansheng, "Third Uncle, how is Xiao Xie?"

He perked up when Wu Sansheng was mentioned, praising him: "Recently he has been working hard and is no longer lazy. The family business is doing very well."

Wu Wei looked at Wu Sansheng with suspicion and couldn't help but ask, "Third Uncle, are you talking about Xiao Xie?"

Wu Sansheng said with certainty and satisfaction, "Of course, that kid has finally figured things out this time, and he's much less of a worry now."

Wu Wei nodded. "Alright, keep an eye on him. I don't know what's wrong with my dad lately; he doesn't want me to interfere with Xiao Xie."

Worried that Zhang Qiling had not yet woken up, Wu Wei ate a little and then put it down.

Arriving at Zhang Qiling's room, I pushed open the door and went in.

Zhang Qiling seemed to hear something, and his eyes, which had been closed, trembled a few times before he gently opened them.

Wu Wei exclaimed with delight, "Brother, you're awake!"