Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 80: Applying Medicine

Claire Shaw didn’t do anything, merely glanced at him with her shy, coy fox-like eyes, and Ethan Blackwood felt parched.

This girl, she really learns fast.

When their eyes met, sparks flew in the air.

Claire Shaw noticed the dark pupils of the man gradually being colored by desire and knew she was halfway to success.

Thinking about how aloof the man had been to her earlier, she got a bit mischievous and blinked at Ethan Blackwood, "Senior, do you want or not?"

As soon as the words fell, the man pushed her down.

Claire Shaw found that the spot he chose was a soft grassy area, so it seemed he’d planned it ahead.

The moment her body fell wasn’t rigid, rather soft, yet she could clearly feel the tips of new grass pressing against her back.

Cool, sharp, the friction between them added a special feeling.

Claire Shaw naturally wrapped her arms around Ethan Blackwood’s waist, a triumphant smile tugging at the corner of her lips, she purposely elongated her words: "Senior, not pretending anymore?"

"Claire Shaw, do you believe I would kill you?" Ethan Blackwood spoke with a tone, mixed with some roughness.

She raised a leg and lightly brushed against Ethan Blackwood’s calf.

Even through a thin layer of fabric, she could feel the man’s well-developed, firm calf muscles.

Claire Shaw lifted her head and took his earlobe between her lips, brazenly seductive: "Then come on, sen..."

Ethan Blackwood blocked that troublesome mouth, never imagining this little girl could have such a wicked interest.

Claire Shaw seemingly had pondered, she was much more proactive than before.

Previously, she would only cling to the man’s body and hum, now she was imitating Ethan Blackwood’s actions, her small hands brushed over his solid back.

Besides a noticeable scar on his chest, there were a few on his back, although they weren’t large, when touched they felt uneven.

She didn’t think these scars were ugly, rather they seemed like a medal for the man.

When her delicate fingers brushed over his rough scars, Ethan Blackwood’s throat let out a low, soft sigh.

"Claire Shaw, tonight you’re asking for it."

Claire Shaw smiled at him, "Senior, I’ve been waiting for this day for a long time."

Her fingers slowly moved down his back, when her fingertips touched the sensation of cotton, her smile froze, since when did the man wear underwear?

No, who wears underwear around their waist and abdomen?

Claire Shaw followed the fabric and confirmed that what was covered precisely encircled his abs, her gaze turned cold, "You’re guarding against me?"

Ethan Blackwood cried and laughed, "How could I? I just..."

Claire Shaw’s palm suddenly felt a damp sensation, and she reacted, abruptly pushing the man away.

Indeed, under the vest she had lifted, the man’s waist and abdomen were wrapped with bandages, with red liquid oozing through the center.

And what her fingertips had touched was blood.

Like a basin of cold water pouring down on Claire Shaw’s head, she panicked a bit.

"Blood, blood...what happened to you, Ethan Blackwood."

Ethan Blackwood casually propped up his body to observe her, fortunately, though breathing heavily, she wasn’t too scared.

His eyebrows arched, his gaze reckless: "What’s wrong, not calling me senior now?"

Claire Shaw lightly punched him in the chest, but Ethan Blackwood caught her hand.

"You’re still fooling around, how did you end up like this?"

"Accidentally fell while helping an old lady cross the street." He laughed mischievously, clearly not intending to tell the truth.

Claire Shaw glared at him, "Why didn’t you bash your brains out?"

As she spoke, she pulled down his clothes to get up, but the man was unwilling, "Why leave? I haven’t properly cared for you yet."

Claire Shaw pointed at his wound, "I’m afraid you’ll bleed to death! Go back and apply medication."

"Doesn’t matter, I can still do it while bleeding, Ms. Shaw doesn’t believe in my stamina?"

"I’m afraid you’ll die on top of me."

Claire Shaw used both hands to pull him up, Ethan Blackwood haggled, "Applying medication is fine, but you do it for me."

"But...there are others."

If she went into his tent, wouldn’t it be telling the whole world she’s involved with Ethan Blackwood?

"Don’t worry, they’re drinking, no one will pay attention to us. If we get discovered..."

Claire Shaw glanced at him, quietly waiting for his next words.

Ethan Blackwood changed his tone, "Then let them find out."

Claire Shaw frowned, she felt it necessary to remind Ethan Blackwood that she hadn’t agreed to be his girlfriend, his deliberate pushing made her uncomfortable.

"Alright, just joking with you. They’ve gone to the nearby holiday lodge to play cards and drink, won’t come back to the tent, even if they do return, who knows what time at night."

Claire Shaw widened her eyes, "There’s a lodge?"

"Yes, all these mountain tops belong to The Blackwood Family, there’s a summer lodge up ahead, friends come over to escape the heat in summer. At the back there’s also a horse ranch and shooting range, if you’re interested, I can take you to see them tomorrow."

Ethan Blackwood spoke nonchalantly, but Claire Shaw once again felt the wealth gap between the poor and the rich.

No wonder this camping site had no outsiders, yet was fully equipped.

Turns out it’s prepared for them, the young masters to enjoy.

Even if tired, they could go to the lodge a kilometer away to sleep on high beds and soft pillows.

"What’s wrong?" Ethan Blackwood clearly noticed her sadness.

Claire Shaw snorted softly, "If you show off your wealth anymore, I’ll have to resent the rich."

Ethan Blackwood chuckled lowly, pulling Claire Shaw’s hand, the two strolled under the moonlight.

This was an experience Claire Shaw never had before, previously, Owen Crawford had wanted to hold hands, she found it awkward, always making excuses to avoid it.

But Ethan Blackwood touching her didn’t feel that way; she felt very at ease.

When close to the campsite, the noise faded away, only leaving the bonfire, and the haphazard bottles scattered around.

Claire Shaw found a professional-grade tent pitched behind her and Mia Hughes’ inflatable tent, entirely in black, as mysterious and dominant as its owner.

Inside was spacious, more than two meters tall, a suite with a living area, elegantly partitioned by a curtain in the middle.

Ethan Blackwood turned on the camping lantern, instantly brightening the tent interior.

Claire Shaw instinctively looked outside, Ethan Blackwood chuckled lightly, "Don’t worry, it doesn’t let light or people through."

He took out a medicine box, sat down on the carpet, although the floor was spacious, once he sat down, it felt small.

Ethan Blackwood removed his shirt, revealing a strong physique.

Claire Shaw couldn’t admire it, instead looking at the bandage wrapped around his waist, blood slowly oozing out.

"Afraid?" Ethan Blackwood looked at her.

Claire Shaw felt somewhat uneasy, yet not quite scared, "It’s alright."

He handed her scissors, "Cut it open, I’ll teach you how to apply the medicine."

Claire Shaw took the scissors and knelt in front of him, it was her first time doing something like this, but she was steady.

Cold blade slowly inserted into the bandage, cleanly cutting it apart.

Claire Shaw saw a startling wound, it should have been inflicted by some blade, the ripped and cracked flesh continuously bled.

Usually a tiny finger cut would hurt terribly, yet he suffered such a severe injury.

Claire Shaw’s heart fluttered, it seemed as if her own waist and abdomen were in pain too, she bowed her head, her cheeks covered in light sweat due to nervousness, while disinfecting and applying medicine she gently asked: "Does it hurt?"

The man’s gaze fell on her fair but attentive little face, his voice hoarse, "If you kiss me, it won’t hurt..."