Awakening the War God

Chapter 58 Dance

Chapter 58 Dance

More than an hour later, Stella bought the things and hurried back to her room.

After closing the door, she stared at the peephole for a long time.

After confirming that no one was following her, she turned on the light.

As soon as the light came on, she looked over at the sofa.

She found Gabriel sleeping on the sofa. What a careless man!

"Uh...you're back!"

The lights came on, waking Gabriel up.

He smacked his lips a few times and sat up in confusion.

Stella was in a trance for a while.

How could he sleep in such a condition?

"Doesn't it hurt?" She thought.

She walked up to Gabriel in astonishment and took out many medical items from the bag, "There are disinfectants, alcohol, gauze, sutures and threads...I bought everything I could!"

"Do you have any Anesthetic?" Seeing Stella rummaging through a pile of things, Gabriel flipped through them casually.

"Here is this!" Stella hesitated and took out a box of anesthetic ointment.

"You want me to sew the wound with this?" With a wry smile, Gabriel was speechless and said helplessly, "This ointment is just fine if you apply it on a mosquito bite. Do you think it can suppress the pain of stitching the wound?"

Stella blinked in astonishment.

Then, she shook his head.

She really didn't understand this.

She just tried her best to buy everything she could.

"Good lord!" Stella's innocent look made Gabriel even more speechless, "One shot after would put me to death!"

"I asked, but... the pharmacies don't sell anesthetics. The hospital doesn't have a prescription and can't prescribe anesthetics!" Stella was at a loss.

"You can use the superpower of money and buy it from unspeakable channels. Fine, forget it!"

Stella looked so pitiful that Gabriel couldn't bear to continue questioning her.

At this point, he simply slapped his thigh and said very forcefully, "Well, just do it!"

After saying that, he suddenly raised his head and his eyes became evil.

Up and down, he looked at Stella.

He looked at her alluring figure, delicate face, and charming eyes.

He smiled evilly and said again, "There is a method of physical anesthesia, which uses people's spiritual enjoyment to offset physical pain. You can help me with this method, but I don't know if you

are willing!"

"What is it?"

Stella asked cautiously.

She could sense the evilness in Gabriel's eyes.

This made her dare not agree rashly.

Gabriel's eyes were blurred and he said with great melancholy, "If there is a beautiful woman who can get naked and dance a seductive folk dance in front of me while I am getting stitches, then I think my body will be extremely excited, and the pain will be reduced by half!"

Then, with a pure look on his face, he said: "Don't worry, I am a gentleman, and I will never have a dirty mind. I will just appreciate the dance like I do with art!"

After saying that, he laughed.

"You're obscene!"

Stella came around and immediately blushed.

Angrily, she pushed Gabriel hard, then turned around.

She returned to her room without looking back and closed the door with a bang.

She threw herself on the bed and covered her head with the quilt.

Trembling in despair, tears streaming down her face.

"Men are all beasts!"

"Hey, how about a compromise? I don't know what folk dance it is even if you're naked. If you want, you can put on one or two pieces. For example, you can dance in stockings and underwear. I promise to keep my eyes pious and not take any secret photos!"

Not giving up, Gabriel came to Stella's door.

He cut the requirements and asked again while leaning on the door.

"Get out!"

A decisive roar came from the room.

"What a heartless bitch!"

Gabriel, who was rejected, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

Such a thing could not be forced. He went back to the sofa.

Women were really heartless. No matter how much help you gave them, they would still think of something in return.

"It's just a dance, nothing more. Why are you so reluctant?"

"Fine, forget it. It's just stitches. I can do it without anesthesia."

"If I can't even bear this little pain, how can I call myself a man?"

He was determined to put on a show today, giving himself stitches without anesthesia.

"If I shout one word, I won't call myself a man again."

He took off his clothes and only had his underwear on.

He took out the things Stella bought and started to treat the wound.

The first step was to clean the wound.

"Ouch!"

The alcohol touched the flesh, which was inside out.

The instant sensation was beyond description.

Even for Gabriel, he could not help but take a breath.

"Fuck, I have to stop calling myself a man!"

Self-mocking, he continued to treat the wound.

Soon, all five wounds on his body were cleaned.

Just this one move made his face pale, and he was showering in a cold sweat.

At this time, Stella opened a gap on her door.

A pair of seductive eyes peeped out, secretively.

"If you want to look, why are you sneaking around? Rest assured, I am not as stingy as you. Just a small ask makes you cry like a baby. I can strip off my pants to you!"

With a joke, Gabriel picked up a needle and thread.

He was ready to sew up the wounds.

He already knew that it would be more painful than the cleaning.

Hearing Gabriel's words, Stella went back to the living room.

After some hesitation, she said, "Except for that... What else can I help?"

After all, Gabriel was only like this because of her.

The guilt in her heart was torturing her.

She really did not want to owe him more.

But if she continued like this, she would only end up with owing him more and more.

"What do you think you can help with?" Gabriel smiled bitterly, followed by a long sigh. He said, "You're just a pretty silly girl. Just do not mess with me!"

His words were sharp.

Stella felt very wronged.

She bowed her head in silence, endured her emotions, and stopped talking.

Gabriel frowned and started sewing from the first wound on the chest.

Suturing the wound was like sewing up broken clothes.

Simple, nothing complicated.

"Here you go!"

A needle went through the flesh.

Gabriel shivered out of pain.

He gasped and swallowed the pain.

Then, he licked his dry lips.

Gritting his teeth, he inserted the second stitch.

After the move, his hands shook a little.

His face was white like a piece of paper.

Everything deeply shocked Stella.

She was in a trance, miserable, and struggling!

It was unbearable to look at.

'I'll dance for you!"

After a fierce struggle, she blurted it out.

After saying that, she laid her hands open and was dumbfounded.

It was as if she didn't realize she could say this.

But it didn't matter.

She gave in, totally.

She closed her eyes and breathed while quivering.

She took out the phone and turned on the music.

She chose a song she had been listening to over and over again.

It was called "Chasing the Light."

It was the spiritual food she had been living on all these years.

The music sounded soft and melodious.

At that moment, Stella broke down, and her tears trickled down.

In tears, she slowly unbuttoned the white shirt.

Her tilting top was wrapped in a sexy red Reiss bodice.

The snow-white flesh breast was ready to pop out.

After taking off her blouse, she shed her black hip-wrapped skirt.

The bright silk stockings outlined her perfect figure.

It brought out the red flowers.

Gabriel couldn't move his eyes.

In subconsciousness, he swallowed saliva.

Beautiful!

Astonishingly beautiful!

Female beauty at its extreme!

At this moment, all the pain in his body was gone.

He stuck the needle again in a trance, and the ultimate happiness of the spirit offset most of the pain.

Anesthetics like this were very effective.

He felt he could do fifty wounds without anesthetics now, let alone these five.

Stella slowly closed her eyes, and her heart became completely pure.

There was not a trace of shyness or resistance.

Under the familiar melody, her spiritual world seemed to cross to a spacious stage.

She was in the spotlight, wearing a beautiful white dress.

She stood on her toes and spread her hands.

Like a ditty, she danced as if there were hundreds of viewers.

"The color of the sky.

Countercurrent into a black wound!

Lonely wind.

Ups and downs to the distance!

Frustration!

Wipe across you and me!

Looking at the sky, we forget who we are.

We have chased the light.

Wandering in the dream of confusion.

Sound in sleep, and forgetting in decadence!

Yes, that flower.

Stand bravely in the wind, looking in the direction of the night.

Still remember the warm sunshine of the day.

A firm gaze, wishing on the night sky.

Its voice grows wings and flies to heaven.

The light of a candle is lit by the stars.

Bright to the sky, the joy of flying.

The world is full of light!

Facing the wind, chasing the light!

The flower dances forever in pursuit of dreams.

Other people's eyes will not hurt.

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All the stars are the spotlight of the stage.

Dance, dance, dance.

There will always be a moment when the sunrise comes.

The shadow of the dream will be elongated in the dance!"