Chapter 13 Treat the wound
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After Ryan and Rosa ran out of the alley, they walked side by side on the road.
From time to time, Rosa stole glances at Ryan's hand with a worried look on her face, and finally, she couldn't help it.
"You must see a doctor," she said in a worried voice.
Rosa was a caring girl, Ryan thought. But he just got a little injury, and he believed he didn’t need a doctor.
"It’s nothing, just a mere injury. Don’t worry."
"Your hand looks horrible… It’s still bleeding. You’d better get disinfected, or it may become septic. If you don’t want to go to the hospital, then go to my house. I have a medicine box, and I can treat the wound with some ointment," Rosa said stubbornly.
Ryan was taken aback for a moment before he asked in surprise, "To your house? Is that okay?"
"Don't worry, there’s nobody in my house." Rosa simply thought that Ryan didn’t want to see her parents, so she explained subconsciously.
No one in your house? A single man and a single woman in a room? Come on, are you seducing me by inviting me to your house?
Ryan didn't know how to react. It was too simple and native for Rosa to say that to a man. He found her off her guard in front of him. She trusted him too much.
"Stop dawdling and hurry up. Go home with me." With that, Rosa took Ryan's arm, walking in the direction of her house.
The thought of staying in a room with Rosa turned Ryan’s mind into a most pleasant vein. He kept daydreaming along the way. Am I going to have my first s****l experience tonight? Thinking of this, he almost laughed out.
It didn't take long for the two to come to Haylee Hall where Rosa lived. The security guards looked surprised at Ryan as they walked in.
Entering the house, Rosa took a pair of slippers to Ryan and said to him, "make yourself at home. I'll get the medicine box." Then she walked towards the inside rooms.
Ryan sat on the sofa after changing into slippers. He looked around and found that the house was lifeless, though it was beautifully decorated. There was even dust on the coffee table, and it must have been a long time since someone lived here.
He was curious. Rosa’s house was not far from the school. Where are her parents? When he was thinking about it, Rosa came out from the inside room, walking to him with a medicine box.
"Come on, give me your hand." Rosa squatted down and put Ryan's injured hand on her white lap. Then she began to apply the medicine to his wound seriously.
Through the light cotton trousers, Ryan could feel the skin of marmoreal smoothness. He was more than excited. You know, he had never been in close contact with a girl.
What’s more, in the way he sat, he could see the hollow between her full breasts revealed by the low neckline. His mouth went dry, and he swallowed. His heart began to pound. His blood was pumping around his body. Desire, thick and hot, pooled in his belly.
Ryan touched his nose subconsciously. Fortunately, blood didn’t gush out of his nose like a waterfall, or he would be too embarrassed to stay here.
Ryan tore his eyes away from her collar, trying to calm himself down.
Rosa didn’t notice Ryan's uneasiness at all. She kept her head down and focus on applying the erythromycin ointment on Ryan’s wounded hand, and she gently blew to the wound from time to time.
"How’s it? Can you stand the pain?" Rosa asked softly after carefully bandaging his hand up.
"It’s gone now, thank you, Rosa." Ryan shook his head and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed. The girl treated him so gentle and nice, but he just wanted a piece of her.
"That's good. Are you injured elsewhere?" Rosa asked, still a little worried.
"Okay, it's all right." Ryan shrugged and said briskly.
Rosa nodded in relief and got up. "Since you’re fine, I’m going to take a shower. I’m in a sweat."
Before she closed the door of the bathroom, she suddenly turned her head and said, "Don't take a peek!"
Ryan was sipping water, a plastic cup in his hand. Hearing that, he almost choked himself. Staring at the closed bathroom door, he let out the breath that he’d been holding. Why was she so damned attractive? Now all he wanted was to go and join her in the shower. He had never felt this way about anyone. His hormones were racing. He felt like squirming with a needy, achy… discomfort.
Hmm… Desire. This is desire.
He shook his head vigorously. Then he turned on the TV, turning the volume to its maximum to distract attention from the figure behind the bathroom door.
After a while, Rosa emerged from the bathroom in a white nightdress. Her hair was still wet from the shower. She smiled when she saw him looking at her, her eyes dancing with mirth, her cheeks slightly flushed. Her bosom looked round and prominent in the loose dress, and her feet were mouthwateringly naked.
Ryan was completely distracted from the TV.
He looked intently at Rosa and swallowed hard as she approached. Suddenly he felt something hot leaking from his nose.
"Oh, why do you have a nosebleed?" Rosa hurried over, took a tissue to wipe the blood away from his nose.
Ryan looked at the sexy girl besides him with his eyes very flat, and said casually, "It's nothing. The weather is too dry."
"What are you looking at?" Rosa asked, touching her face, confused.
"You’re so beautiful," Ryan said subconsciously.
Rosa didn't reply but gave him a shy look.
However, Ryan's gaze never left her. After an embarrassed silence, Rosa finally couldn't stand his hot gaze.
"Stop looking at me like that, or I’m crossing you out!" She said, pretending to be angry.
Ryan retracted his gaze reluctantly, and then assumed a posture to watch the TV.
Rosa chuckled.
"Ryan, thank you for saving me today." She was almost stabbed today! If Ryan hadn't taken it for her, the consequences would be disastrous. The mere thought struck terror into her.
"We’re friends. Don't be so polite. Besides, didn't I say I would protect you?" Ryan consoled her with a wave of his hand.
Rosa nodded slightly, and a wave of emotion swept through her heart. She opened her mouth; her charming red lips moved, but the words would not come. Her heart was filled with warmness. She looked at him tenderly.
Ryan smiled at her quietly, saying nothing. Just when Rosa thought he was going to kiss her, Ryan broke the ambiguous silence.
"Your house seems to have been unoccupied for a long time. Aren't your parents going home?" He couldn't help himself and finally asked.
Hearing this, Rosa's face changed visibly. She compressed her lips and kept silent, lowering her head.
Ryan knew he had said the wrong thing. He closed his mouth blaming himself for asking too much.
The two of them didn't speak anymore, and the room seemed unusually quiet. Gasps could be heard throughout the room.
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