Chapter 398.

Chapter 398.

Chapter 398. A Heart-Pounding Day Together with My Girlfriend: Things Get Steamy Down by the Stream. (4/5)

Though I was feeling pretty lightheaded. Her nails had cut into the skin on my back earlier and I’d been bleeding a bit from my back for a while now. It wasn’t too deep or anything so the bleeding had stopped, but there was definitely still blood visible. Rosa’s fingernails didn't have any blood on them because they’d been under the water when it happened and the blood had been washed away.

One reason I sat up so quickly before was because the water that got into the cuts stung and I was concerned I’d lose too much blood if I hadn’t.

Rosa’s expression turned glum as she stared at her fingernails and mumbled, “I’m always so careful, but I still messed up. This is terrible.”

“It’s really not.”

“It is! We’re out of the city, what if it gets infected? We have to sterilize it right away.” She said worriedly.

“Hold up, I don’t have that sort of strange fetish.”

It took her a second before she understood what I meant.

“I didn’t mean like that! I brought a first aid kit, there’s a bottle of hydrogen peroxide in it. Hurry up, let's get back. Actually, no, it’s fine, wait right here. Don’t move, I’ll be right back.”

Rosa stood up, flustered, and ran over to the rock with her sandals. She hopped out of the water onto the rock. She wiped her feet on the surface of the rock to dry them off before she slipped her sandals on and sprinted into the thicket of trees.

She didn’t even bother to change into her clothes. Seeing her in such a panic and how she was worried about me, I didn’t know how to describe the way it made me feel. Was I a bit happy that she cared? Maybe I was.

But I also didn’t think she needed to overreact like this. It would have been fine even if it wasn’t treated immediately. It could have waited until after we changed back into our clothes and got back to the campsite together.

I didn’t bother to sit still as Rosa told me to. I stood up, headed over to the rock I left my own clothes and shoes on top of and jumped from the water onto the rock the same way Rosa had to avoid getting dirt stuck to the bottom of my feet. I’d done so to avoid ruining the inside of my shoes with mud. I wiped the soles of my feet dry on the side of the rock, then shook them to send the remaining water flying. Once I slipped into my shorts and long pants, pulled up my socks, and had my shoes back on, a tree beach snapped a short distance away.

“What are you doing? I told you not to move,” Rosa scolded anxiously.

When I turned my head in the direction of the thicket, she was beside a tree, stopped in place, with the medkit in hand. I naturally retorted, “I’m not a kid. It’s not like you stabbed me with a knife through my chest and I’m on the verge of bleeding out... yet.”

“Yet? What’s that supposed to mean? Do you think I’m going to do that?”

“No.”

“Then why’d you say that?”

“It was a slip of the tongue. Don’t mind it.”

“Yeah, what about it?”

“Stories where an overpowered woman hooks up with a guy and suddenly becomes weak to the point any random thug on the street becomes a threat to their entire existence annoy the living hell out of me. I genuinely can’t stand them. Really, why do they even exist at that point? They were so strong one second, but the next, they were suddenly being kidnapped by every Tom, Dick, and Harry off the street. For the love of god, for my sanity, don’t become that girl, Rosa.”

I squeezed my forehead as I recalled all of the stupid female characters in the novels I’d ever read that turned into useless deadweights the instant they became cursed by that cursed damsel-in-distress syndrome the second they hooked up with a guy. They’d eventually be left behind and completely forgotten by the author.

Damn it, don’t get me attached to them if they’re just going to turn useless and be forgotten forever!

“Pfft. Hehehe.” Rosa giggled behind me.

“What’s so funny?”

“How seriously you said all of that.”

“Well, I’m being serious. So don’t go and think about clipping your nails behind my back.”

“But... they’re a major inconvenience for me.”

“Then be inconvenienced. If you go and do it, I’m not going to lie and tell you I like them dull when I prefer them sharp. It’d be the same if you suddenly went and cut your hair short. I’m not going to put on a fake smile and tell you you look better with short hair when my preference is girls with long hair.”

“Huh? Why’d you suddenly bring up hair length?”

“It’s another pet peeve I have. Girls in stories I’ve read who cut their hair short to show their conviction, I want to slap them silly for dumbass logic like that. So just like your hair, your fingernails are the same. You’re perfectly fine as you are now.”

“But if I cut you...”

“Then I can only blame myself for that since I’m the one being selfish here. It’s no one else’s fault but my own, not yours.”

“...” Rosa’s hand slid down my back in silence before I felt her lips press down on the center of my back.

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing it to make it better.”

“Do I look like a baby to you?”

“I’m going to sterilize it now with hydrogen peroxide. Try not to cry or else I really will start calling you a baby.”

A few seconds after she said that I felt a wet cotton cue tip press into one of the cuts on my back. I grit my teeth firmly together as it seriously stung like a bitch.