He had to increase his strength and decided to perform artificial respiration. Just as he leaned over to give her mouth-to-mouth, Rose spit out some water.
Slowly opening her beautiful eyes, she saw Flynn’s mouth approaching and furrowed her eyebrows, reflexively raising her right hand.
“What are you doing?”
Smack!
Flynn grabbed her tender hand and frowned. “I’m saving you!”
“Saving me?” Rose raised an eyebrow in disbelief and asked back, “Do you need such great force to save me? I’ve saved people before. Pressing on the chest definitely doesn’t require that much force!”
“And also, aren’t you planning on taking your hand away?”
It was only then that Flynn realized his hand was still stuck in Rose’s chest and quickly withdrew it. “Look at yourself! Your boobs are as big as footballs,” he said angrily.
“You’re even wearing a cup size too small, squeezing everything together without any gaps – how else am I supposed to get the water out of your body without using some force?”
Flynn was getting frustrated. Saving her without receiving thanks was one thing but being accused like this? Who could he reason with?
Rose’s face turned red, knowing she was in the wrong and not wanting to argue anymore. She slowly stood up and spoke coldly, “You beat up the Swanson family’s men like that. They won’t let it go easily. You should leave Niarak now.”
“Tell Kevin that his family is done for. This is God’s retribution for him. Don’t do anything pointless like this again.”
Flynn furrowed his brow slightly and thought for a moment before saying, “Alright, I’ll take you back, and then I’m leaving.”
Rose nodded in agreement as they drove towards Garretmann Residence without speaking a word.
It was mid-summer, and Rose wore a pink dress that clung to her wet body, revealing her black bra underneath. Her two large breasts bounced heavily as the car passed over bumps on the road.
Flynn was an impulsive man who had never seen such an arousing sight before; he couldn’t help but take another glance at Rose’s chest.
Sensing Flynn looking at her, Rose moved away from him cautiously.
“I’m Flynn,” he said as he took out a small bottle from his pocket. “This scar removal medicine works really well. Crush it and apply it to your scars, and they’ll heal in no time.” It was Minor Energy-Enhancing Pill that he had specially made while treating War God Cruz’s injuries in prison.
Gathering the essence of the sea, it had miraculous effects on burns and detoxification.
A tycoon in Achela once spent 6 million to purchase it but he didn’t even bother with it.
If Kevin hadn’t saved Flynn’s life, he would never have given Rose such a valuable thing.
Rose looked at the simple medicine bottle with a hint of caution in her eyes.
Flynn noticed and took out a pill and swallowed it before saying, “It’s not fake medicine or anything like that. You can trust me.”
“Thank you,” Rose said skeptically but reluctantly accepted it so as not to hurt Flynn’s feelings.
She had spent millions trying treatments for her scars without any effect.
What kind of miracle drug could an ex-con have?
This pill was probably made from some folk recipe without any safety guarantees whatsoever.
The two soon arrived at Garretmann Residence.
“Can I use your bathroom?” asked Flynn. He had been holding his bladder since he rescued Rose and couldn’t take it anymore.
Rose frowned for a moment before finally agreeing, “Hurry up and leave after you’re done!”
Flynn had beaten Scarface and his gang so badly that they wouldn’t dare to retaliate. They might even be on their way to Garretmann Residence by now, and Rose needed to hurry up and retrieve her things before leaving Niarak.
At the thought of this, a hint of sadness flashed in Rose’s eyes. Who would have thought that after ten years of struggling, the Sharp family – the first family of Niarak – would end up fleeing from their home in ruins?
Despite all her efforts, what else could she do?
…
As Flynn entered the house, he quickly headed for the bathroom where he heard rushing water.
Flynn felt refreshed all over, and his body shivered slightly, causing him to knock over a wooden basin filled with laundry that was nearby. He had to bend down to pick it up, and he quickly retrieved two pieces of laundry. It was only when he saw the third piece, a pair of black lacy panties with intricate floral embroidery on the front, that he froze.
The delicate lace was thin, and the double-layered mesh on the front had a beautiful, subtle floral pattern. The design was both sensual and modest. The backside featured soft, sheer mesh, with a waistband that was just a thin strip, and the widest part of the panties was only about three fingers’ width, narrowing down to a single finger’s width at the bottom.
Running his fingers over the silky surface of the panties and examining the intricate pattern, Flynn was left utterly stunned. Flynn had entered prison at the age of 18 and was a rugged guy who had never seen anything like this before. Such a simple piece of fabric that, when held in his hand, was barely noticeable, yet unfolded to barely cover half his palm when he spread it out!