Dear Soldier, Put Your Gun Down

After returning to the manor, Matt immediately sought a medical kit. He dipped a cotton swab into a bottle of disinfectant and then gently cleaned the wound on Winona’s face.

She slowly shut her eyes closed as she enjoyed the delicate care.

Illuminated by the light, her skin appeared as white and snowy as polished jade. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly like that of a butterfly’s wings, casting a shadow on her fair-skinned face. He couldn’t help but lean over and kiss the wound on her face.

A numbing tingling sensation crept from her face to the center of her heart. She stretched out her hand and pushed him away, “Are you sure that you are helping me to clean my wound?”

Grinning playfully, he lowered his forehead against hers. “Do you know that saliva is the most effective disinfectant?”

She was at loss for words. Before she could respond, his kisses had fallen on her face and neck like a heavy rain hitting the earth…

She was forced down on the bed by him. Biting her lips, she spoke with a trembling voice, “Matt, what…what are you doing? Weren’t you supposed to help me disinfect my wound?”

“Well, I’m doing disinfection of your entire body. Free of charge, by the way.”

“……”

Winona only felt that her body was split in half, but the bursts of delight washed away the pain she felt. She was like a flatboat drifting on the ocean, rising and falling as the waves rolled, wandering between heaven and hell in a trance.

When she woke up from her slumber, there was no one by her side. She had respect for the great stamina of the beast as he was still very energized the following day.

At this moment, she heard the banging sound of cooking pans and bowls from downstairs, with the screams of the servants mixed in between.

decent outfit and rushed downstairs. Looking towards the direction of the sound source, she grew speechless at once, astonished by the scene in front

had his sleeves rolled up. He was in an apron and holding a cooking

“You…What are you doing?”

Matt answered unhappily, “I didn’t expect that

her laughter and

angrily, “Don’t laugh, or I will

she stopped laughing

into a frown. Making big strides toward her, he suddenly held her face

reluctant to let me kiss

she murmured, “There are so

that all the servants had already obediently turned around

it on herself, saying to him while grabbing the frying pan in his hand, “Let me give you a

the pan when she heard him murmur, “I prepared it

by his words. “Do you expect me to eat

pants, pretending to be calm and composed, saying, “I’m just reminding you that you must

no talent in cooking anyway. Don’t try to be a showoff again

how to

at him. “Then tell me, what

to answer her

had never made one again. It was a wound scarred deep in his heart. She felt bad for Matt who had

put it in her mouth. She resisted the urge to vomit and swallowed the egg. “Well, the aroma of the egg