Tangling with the Western Commander

Chapter 242: Chapter 239: Escape

Wen Xian felt as if her jaw was about to be crushed by him, and those crude words deeply stabbed her nerves.

She immediately wanted to get off him without caring about the consequences, but he held her tightly in place.

“Lu Xiao, let me go,”

She struggled fiercely, shouting with eyes reddened.

Her legs kicked out as she suddenly managed to break free, recklessly trying to open the car door to get out.

But as she leaned over to exit, a long and powerful arm suddenly caught her waist, and with a twist, her hand was caught and twisted behind her shoulder, eliciting a pained grunt from her.

When she turned back, tears were swirling in her eyes, “It hurts… Lu Xiao, my shoulder hurts… let go quickly…”

She was telling the truth.

Lu Xiao, however, narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the tears brimming in her eyes, and the next second, his hand landed on her shoulder, prompting her to let out a wail.

His expression changed as he grabbed the clothing on her shoulder and yanked it, revealing a patch of blood on her tender shoulder.

The shirt was torn.

“How did this happen!?” he demanded abruptly, fixating on her.

He had thought she wasn’t injured.

Wen Xian bit her teeth lightly, keeping silent.

She feared that speaking would only make him want to kill her even more.

The truth was, during the first gunshot, the bullet grazed her shoulder. At that moment, it didn’t feel too severe, but soon it burned with pain.

But compared to the severely injured Zha Xi and the others, she simply couldn’t mention her own pain.

Yet her silence did not mean Lu Xiao couldn’t guess the truth.

With a bit of contemplation, he could figure it out, indeed his expression turned even uglier as he released her, cursing under his breath.

He smoked even more fiercely.

But after a couple of puffs, he crushed the cigarette in the car’s ashtray with force, opened the car door, and got out.

Wen Xian’s complexion turned slightly awkward, her hands trembling as she tried to pull up the clothes over her shoulder.

Pain and sourness overwhelmed her emotions, making them hard to bear.

Tonight, he truly frightened her; she knew she shouldn’t have been involved in their mission.

But if she hadn’t gone, Zha Xi would now be—

The car door wasn’t closed, and the night wind whistled inside.

The sky was dark and ominous, devoid of even a sliver of moonlight, and even distant thunder rumbled, bursting in the sky.

A chilling night breeze raced up from her feet to her spine, making her shudder all over.

She wanted to take the chance to get out of the car, but he returned swiftly, his pale face meeting her as soon as she encountered his returning figure.

Her long leg was only halfway out when she froze.

Slowly lifting her head, she met his tightly pressed lips and inscrutable eyes.

After staring at each other for several seconds.

Her extended leg gradually retracted, her pale face bowed, not even lifting her head once.

In his hand was a portable medical kit that wasn’t there before.

When he got back in, he coldly spat out a few words: “Take off your clothes.”

She stiffened instantly.

But when the voice beside her spoke again, it seemed to lack patience, “Don’t you understand? Or do you need me to do it myself?”

Wen Xian: “…”

Her thick, curled eyelashes fluttered slightly, her breathing somewhat held.

He was merely going to apply medicine to her, yet she felt too scared to allow it.

It seemed that only at this moment did she find the original Lu Xiao again.

No matter how cold and fierce he appeared, he would never be harsh with her when she was injured.

The buttons of her shirt were undone one by one.