Chapter 60: The Heart

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The two regained their strength a little, and they helped each other back to Rodin's residence, and Rodin took out the blue and white ointment that had been prepared for hemostasis and handed one to Fletcher.

"Wipe it evenly on the wound, save a little, one of them cost me fifty merits. ā€œ

"Have you exchanged a hundred points of merit for these two ointments?" Fletcher couldn't help but feel heartache when he heard this,

muttered in a low voice, "If you want to waste so much, you might as well give it to me." ā€

Rodin smiled: "I'm not a one-star hunter, I passed the truth test, and I was directly promoted to a two-star level, with a thousand merits." Envy, jealousy?

Seeing Fletcher's depressed and aggrieved Mo Yan, Rodin turned back to the topic, "There is also a special medicine for relieving muscles and invigorating blood, and I will also give you one, and find someone to massage you to melt away." ā€

"If you have the ability, let Karen give you a massage. ā€œ

"That's it this morning, at one o'clock in the afternoon, we're here to continue our training. ā€œ

Fletcher's face turned bitter, "No, do you want to continue?" Ouch, I suddenly feel a pain in my head. ā€

"Don't pretend to be a kid, you can't escape, but I can tell you that the afternoon training is a bit special, and it's definitely not as tiring as the morning. ā€

"Oh, I knew you were a measured man. Fletcher smiled, took the medicine, and left slowly.

Rodin spent half an hour applying the blue and white cream to his fleshy hands, and a faint coolness immediately diffused from the wound.

Although these slender wounds look scary, they are actually skin wounds, and with Rodin's current physique and high-quality healing medicine, they can be healed in less than two days.

However, in the face of the remaining blood circulation and stasis medicine, how can I massage myself?

He couldn't help but miss the amazing massage technique of the Leviathan, no matter how sore and weak the practice was the day before, as long as he pressed it, the next day he would be a good man.

"Alas, who should I ask for help? There are many brothers in the gang, but it is awkward to find a man, and it is difficult for a girl to speak. ā€

In his distress, there was a soft knock on the door, and Rodin cast his eyes on the door, where the half-hidden wooden door was slowly pushed open, revealing a fair, delicate goose egg face.

Her gaze then shifted to Rodin's striking wounded hand, and she slammed in front of him.

"Huh, Brother Rodin, what's wrong with your hand, does it hurt?"

The playful double ponytail behind the girl swayed, and Rouyi gently held his stiff hands covered with injuries, looking nervous and full of concern.

Rodin smelled a faint virgin fragrance at the end of his nose, and at this moment, the girl's cheeks were only more than ten centimeters away from him, and he could clearly see her fleshy cheeks, fine hairs on her face, and delicate facial features than before, and he couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.

Sixteen-year-old Cynthia, who was at the age of the first bloom of flowers, wore a well-fitting white lily dress, her half-mature body revealed the delicate curves full of youthful vitality, and two playful ponytails, which gradually coincided with a figure in Rodin's mind.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, "Eh, Cynthia, why are you here, who told you where I live?"

Rodin's tone was a little stiff, and he couldn't help but regret it when he said it, if he accidentally hurt the girl's heart, it would be a big sin.

When the girl heard this, she withdrew her hands like a rabbit and said, "Brother Rodin, didn't you promise me that you would come to see me last time I saw you? ā€

The girl's dark eyes flashed with a hint of agility: "As for your residence, it's not simple, just ask an uncle from the Yankee Gang to know." ā€

"Well, in fact, I've been busy with work lately, so I can't spare time, so I missed the appointment. ā€œ

What Rodin originally wanted to say came to his lips, but it inexplicably became a cover-up.

Cynthia didn't dig deeper, but instead asked with concern, "By the way, Brother Rodin, how did your hand hurt?"

"Oh, I accidentally got it when I practiced swordsmanship, it looks quite bluffing, but it's actually a skin injury, and it doesn't hurt. ā€œ

"Does it really not hurt?" Cynthia pursed her lips, giving her a look of pity.

Rodin was uncomfortable, and no woman except his mother had ever looked at him that way.

After that, the two fell into a short silence, Rodin has never been an active person in terms of feelings, and it is inevitable that girls who are alone with girls, especially girls with delicate relationships, will inevitably be clumsy, and only a few warm words between him and Melissa are enough, but at this moment, facing Cynthia, he is inexplicably a little embarrassed.

The girl originally came with joy, but she didn't want Rodin to be not very enthusiastic, so she couldn't help but feel a little sad, her eyebrows and eyes lowered, and she wrinkled Xiaoqiong's nose.

She couldn't bear the unbearable dullness, her eyes wandered around, and suddenly she noticed the ointment that Rodin had placed on the bedside.

With a roll of his eyes, he asked curiously, "Brother Rodin, what is that?"

Rodin was embarrassed and uncomfortable, and when he heard this, he replied without thinking: "That is the ointment I use to relax my muscles and invigorate my blood." ā€œ

After speaking, Rodin paused for a moment, how could he say such suggestive words in front of a pure girl?

looked up, but saw Cynthia's cheeks suddenly flying, looking shy.

"Well, Cynthia, don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else. ā€œ

The girl buried her head shyly, and said in a trembling tone: "Brother Rodin, that-let me apply medicine to you!"

After speaking, she didn't care about Rodin's reaction, and directly grabbed the ointment into her hand.

Rodin was dumbfounded, and suddenly objected fiercely: "No. Absolutely not!"

Xing felt that his tone was too tough, so he couldn't help but soften down and explain, "You're a big girl, how can you do this kind of thing to other men casually? You have to remember that only your future husband is worthy of you!"

Cynthia suddenly felt a surge of heat in her chest, and her big bright eyes looked directly into Rodin's gaze, and she shouted out the words in her heart: "But, I like you, Brother Rodin!"

With that, she turned her back to Rodin, her hands clasped tightly over her cheeks.

Rodin was dumbfounded, and suddenly had a strange feeling, and it was difficult to pass through with an aura of attraction to the opposite sex.

From Melissa to Cynthia, both of them are extremely beautiful women, why did they fall in love with him, a man who is blind in one eye and has nothing to do?

This magical world is more than his wonderful man.

However, he did not think that in the backward town of Yinyi Town, there were no schools, churches and other places, and the girl Cynthia had no chance to contact her peers at all, but from a very young age, she often took care of the livestock alone and did some light farm work, and her world view was very simple and pure.

She is also a simple girl.

Rodin appeared in her world many times as a savior, first helping the family find his own brother Ryan, and then leading them through a difficult journey, which is equivalent to giving them a new life.

His image unconsciously penetrated into the girl's heart.

He is such a glorious character, and the age gap between him and the girl is not large, it is not uncommon for middle-aged men in their thirties and forties to marry teenage cardamom girls in this era, not to mention, Rodin's appearance is not bad, his facial features are upright, compared to the deep-nosed and broad-eyed European and American races, he is much more delicate, and there are unknown changes in the bonus, blind in one eye, but in the eyes of some people, it becomes more manly.

For various reasons, Cynthia likes Rodin, or worships him.

He is not a very dull person in terms of feelings, as early as when he first came to Eldon, he noticed the girl's affection for him, and at that time he wanted to drag it down slowly, so that this budding relationship would be weathered over time, but he didn't expect that at this moment, it would suddenly grow savagely and be difficult to contain.

But there has always been a figure in his heart.

Half-pushed, half-agreed, ambiguous, procrastinated?

Rodin calmed down his agitated mood, he knew what he was pursuing, and said sincerely to Cynthia's back: "I have someone I like, and I have always treated you as a sister. ā€œ

"I know, I've heard Uncle Fletcher talk about you and Melissa. But she's dead, Brother Rodin, and now that you're single, why should I pursue you?"

"When did Fletcher tell Cynthia about me as gossip?" Rodin felt a pang of annoyance in his heart, and now even telling the girl that she really wanted to do so would be of no avail. There was silence again, and he really couldn't say anything more cruel to hurt the girl's heart.

"Don't turn me down, okay? I just want to drug you right now. ā€

Cynthia turned around, her pretty face was raining, she smiled, and looked at each other expectantly.

What happened next, Rodin will probably remember in his heart for the rest of his life.

The young girl's heart is the most moving.