My Beauty Variety: Starting from Banshee Town

Below the shoulders.

On her stomach and thighs, these three places had the marks left on Rebecca by the killers sent by the Aryan Brotherhood.

Let the Amish girl hold onto the sink.

After Ethan took off his hospital gown, he saw these injured places. He sighed, picked up a towel from the bucket, wrung it out, and slapped it on the other person's face.

"Woo~~~"

The towel was finally removed before Rebecca could suffocate.

"You want to kill me?"

She gasped and muttered again: "It's too hot!"

However, after being wiped hard on the face, the whole person suddenly seemed to be more energetic, and the graceful figure also fluctuated accordingly.

"It's about getting your blood flowing."

Ethan dipped the towel in hot water and wrung it half dry: "Believe me, it will be very helpful for your recovery."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on two places.

After being stimulated by the hot water just now, the blood began to circulate, and a layer of goose bumps appeared along with it. It looked very charming.

Faced with his gaze, Rebecca bit her lip and straightened up.

next moment.

The hot towel was held up.

There was really no other way to take care of the patient, so Ethan could only wipe her hard, trying not to miss any part.

The sound of breathing became heavier and heavier.

The fair skin soon turned pink.

"Did you just go to Nora Langcid for help?" Rebecca tried her best to control her thoughts, gritted her teeth and looked at the mottled roof.

"That's right."

Ethan carefully avoided the wound on his stomach and wiped his waist quickly: "She is the only one who can arrange it in a suitable place. Don't say you care about these things."

"I have a lot of women, you know."

"That's not it."

Rebecca let out a heavy breath and said with a complicated expression: "There are some things you don't know, Alex Langcid. Nora's brother Alex was killed by Boden and I."

The hand holding the towel stopped.

After two seconds, Ethan stood up and looked steadily at the Amish girl in front of him.

Although the other party's eyes were complicated, he did not avert his gaze.

There were some things she did even if she didn't want to do them. She was doing it for her uncle at the time, so although she was a little embarrassed, she was more open-minded.

If I do it again, I will still make the same choice.

"Turn around."

Ethan shook the towel in his hand and motioned for the other party to turn around.

"Don't ever mention this again."

He wiped his back and said slowly: "Everyone had different positions at that time. I can understand you, but Noila definitely can't help it."

"If you feel guilty, don't have any arguments with her in the future."

"But this matter must not be mentioned."

"Understand?"

"Um."

Rebecca nodded silently.

Ethan continued to wipe it carefully. What could be done about this kind of thing? He had not only robbed the money from the Chino Casino, but also had a gunfight with Nora.

Proctor, on the other hand, was killed by himself with a borrowed knife.

Some things just can't be said.

It's better for everyone to keep it a secret, otherwise it will look too bullying.

The night is getting darker.

After taking the medicine, Rebecca lay on the bed and fell asleep. Ethan looked at the glacial lake under the moonlight through the window and closed the curtains.

In the early morning, there were crisp birdsong.

"Ah, cut~"

The sound of sneezing sounded, Ethan rubbed his itchy nose and helplessly brushed away the strand of hair: "Please, it's rare for me to sleep in."

Rebecca combed her hair and kept sweeping it towards his face.

There was a sly smile in his eyes.

This person.

When I can't do big moves, I like to do small moves.

Seeing that the other party ignored her and closed her eyes again, she bit her lip, put her hand back under the quilt, and slowly groped to the side.

"Given your current physical condition."

Ethan closed his eyes and said, "Miss Bowman, do you know that you are playing with fire now?"

The warnings didn't work at all.

Perhaps because of the support, the Amish girls seemed more energetic.

After a while, Ethan opened his eyes suddenly.

He also let him lift the quilt, turned over and knelt on the bed, and Ethan stared at the woman who wanted to challenge him.

"I'm a patient."

Rebecca timidly raised her hands, showing her weakness: "You can't do this, it will affect the wound healing."

There was a proud smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Um?"

His eyes fell on her pretty red lips, and Ethan flashed his white teeth: "It's okay, there is one thing that won't affect it."

"Ah~~~"

Only then did the exclamations sound.

Soon it became squeaky again.

A hot shower on a winter morning always makes people feel physically and mentally comfortable. After giving Rebecca a few pieces of bread, Ethan walked out of the porch with a cup of coffee.

"Pa~~~"

The sound of chopping continued.

It keeps echoing in the quiet mountains and forests.

Boden was naked to the waist, wielding an ax next to the simple shooting range, and kept slashing at the wooden piles.

The heat filled the air and steamed up white mist on his body.

Those horrific scars made Boden look like a stitched-up monster.

"Good morning, Mr. Morgan."

Adjusting his glasses, Boden stomped the coldly shining ax onto the wooden pillar: "Sorry, I don't see any firewood in it. I hope it won't affect your rest."

"It doesn't matter."

Looking around, the silver-white rime stretched almost to the horizon. Ethan squinted his eyes and smiled: "Do whatever you like, except for the eye-catching ones, of course."

"Just stay at home today!"

"no problem."

Boden stretched his still uncomfortable shoulders and picked up the ax to do his rehabilitation exercises.

He vented his vigorous energy facing the wood steadily.

Ethan picked up his cell phone, took a photo of the beautiful mountain forest and snow scenery in front of him, and sent it to Erin and the others to report that they were safe.

I just regret that the house is too short, otherwise the photo would be better.

short!

His eyes lit up and he kicked hard at the old porch guardrail. The snowflakes shook off and the wooden guardrail creaked under the load.

Last night I felt that the house was too small.

Everyone has to sleep on the sofa, and there are not many facilities, which makes him a little uncomfortable.

Why can't the house be knocked down.

In this place, a lakeside manor was built solidly.

As for money, that's for yourself.

Can I call something?

Anyway, the surrounding land belongs to you, and it would be a waste if you don’t use it.

Say something unpleasant.

Living in a big house, you would have room to move if you were attacked.

Thinking of this, he excitedly waved his fingers.

He immediately included building a new house in his business plan. Of course, he definitely couldn't do it now. He would only build a house in the snowy winter if he was out of his mind. The labor costs could skyrocket.

After enjoying his coffee slowly, he drove out of the forest trail in his Dodge Challenger.

It's time to meet old friends. (End of chapter)