Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

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The loose nun's uniform was a bit of a hindrance when bandaging the wound, as it kept touching the wound. The color of the cuffs was originally black, but it became darker after being stained with Fisk's blood.

Sister Maria simply took off her outer nun's uniform.

Wearing only a sleeveless shirt underneath.

There were two graceful curves on her snow-white shoulders, gentle and delicate, like her lotus-root-like arms slightly bent, with her slender fingers tightly grasping the gauze. She seemed to have completely ignored Fisk's gaze, and instead took off the handicraft that looked like a rotten watermelon from Fazi's bag.

"Does it hurt?"

The sound doesn't contain much emotion.

Sister Maria once again became the saint who was unattainable under the sun.

Fisk tilted his head. Sister Maria was not plump, but not skinny either.

Because she was facing Fisk sideways, Fisk could clearly see her slender waist, which looked like a willow branch that he could hold with his hand.

The mountain was tall and straight, forming a perfect arc from top to bottom with her slender waist. Because she had only taken off the outer garment of the nun's uniform, she was still wearing a nun's skirt on the lower part. The wide nun's skirt could have completely covered her figure.

Don't know why.

The one Sister Maria is wearing shows off her perky buttocks to the fullest.

Fisk lowered his head slightly and saw the high heels that the nun's skirt could not cover. Under the white skin lines, the traces of the ankle bones could be clearly seen. The skin was white and tender, extending all the way to the depths of the high heels, dotted with blue and white fine veins. Just exposing this small part was already full of indescribable temptation. The curve from the calf to the heel was even more perfect and smooth. The delicate ankle made Fisk want to reach out and play with it.

Fisk's eyes paused on the pair of beautiful feet on the ground for a moment, and he was suddenly startled, as if he remembered to answer Sister Maria's question.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, Sister Maria."

Fisk suddenly felt like a bit of a beast.

Other women are fine.

Sister Maria was Fisk's half-adoptive mother anyway. If it weren't for the bloodthirsty Maria who took Fisk in and helped him through the most difficult years, Chen Man would have no chance to become Fisk.

But now, Fisk had other thoughts about Sister Maria... But, this can't be blamed on Fisk, because Sister Maria is just too beautiful.

"It's good that it doesn't hurt. There's coffee on the table."

Just as Fisk was stunned for a moment, a faint bitter taste accompanied by the unique aroma of coffee slowly drifted over from the table.

There were two cups of coffee on the tray.

A spoon was already placed in one cup, and there were a few sugar cubes and a small pot of milk next to the other cup.

Sister Maria said this while picking up the coffee that already had a spoon on it.

Holding the bottom of the cup with her fingers, Sister Maria gently pressed her lips against the edge of the cup and took a sip. Then she raised her head again. The fatigue in her eyes gradually dissipated under the impact of the bitterness of the coffee.

But you can still feel that she is very tired.

A light aroma accompanied by the scent of coffee enters the nose.

Fisk couldn't tell what the scent was.

But it smelled particularly good, making him very addicted.

Finally, Sister Maria untied the gauze that had been tied up by Fazi.

Looking at the hideous wound below, Fisk could feel her body trembling involuntarily, and it was obvious that she was also frightened by the horrific wound.

After a slight pause, Sister Maria walked behind a table, took out an anti-inflammatory potion from the table, and then took out a small box that looked like cosmetics.

"This is what I brought from Italy. It's some ointment that can relieve the wrinkles on the skin caused by surgical stitches... Can I help you apply some?"

Fisk was just about to say that it was nothing and that he would recover soon with his own recovery ability, but Sister Maria's gaze swept over him, making Fisk swallow the words of rejection.

"Come, sit on the sofa."

Fisk had no choice but to sit on the sofa. Sitting on the sofa below him, Sister Maria sat next to Fisk with her legs slightly together. She was not very close to Fisk, but not far away either. Fisk could even reach out and hold her in his arms.

"Turn your face to me!" As he said this, he lowered his head to open the ointment in his hand. At the same time, he also opened the alcohol and iodine and removed the gauze in advance.

Fisk felt some of it was unnecessary.

The reason why he wanted to re-bandage the gauze was because he had just hit the roof of the car, causing blood to seep out of the gauze, so he wanted to change to a new one.

Unexpectedly, this caused a strong reaction from Sister Maria.

He also insisted on giving himself medicine.

While they were talking, Sister Maria had already taken out a cotton swab dipped in ointment and began to slowly apply it to the wound on Fisk's face that was sutured with surgical stitches.

While applying the wipe, she continued to use iodine to disinfect and sterilize. Although there was alcohol nearby, she did not choose the irritating disinfectant.

The ointment is icy cool, just like the wind oil.

Although Fisk had long ignored the pain coming from the wound, he still felt a strong stimulation at this moment. Sister Maria pressed her slender fingers on Fisk's shoulder. The cotton swab was not very useful because there was no way to completely wipe the ointment off the deep part of the wound that was sutured by the surgical stitches.

In order to prevent the wound from tearing, Mrs. Stacy inserted the needles very densely, which is also the fundamental reason why the cotton swab is ineffective.

Sister Maria could only stretch out her fingers and apply the ointment on the wound. Her movements were extremely gentle and her body was closer to Fisk.

Only then did Fisk realize that Sister Maria had just taken a bath.

Her hair was not dry yet, and there was a strong moisture in her gentle eyes. There were faint drops of water hanging at the ends of her thin and long eyelashes, although there was no lipstick or lipstick on her lips.

But under the cover of water vapor, she looked more pink and tender, with a moist luster, her lips gently pursed, without a smile, nor bitterness, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, yet still so charming.

Just like the devil, it is full of temptations.

It makes people want to taste it.

Sister Maria's fingers stroked gently.

Under the effect of the ointment, the numbing and numb feeling in the wound, which was originally caused by injury and sutured with surgical stitches, was relieved.

Fisk could even feel it.

Sister Maria's cotton-like fingertips kept sliding across his cheeks, and Fisk's heart began to beat violently. The air he breathed out also gradually began to become hot.

As Sister Maria's fingers slowly slid towards her neck, her head slowly lowered, and Fisk could see the unconcealable heartache in her eyes.

With her watery eyes...Fisk suddenly had a feeling he had only when facing Mrs. Stacy, a feeling that only exists between lovers.

This made him feel a little obsessed.

"Little Fisk... do you regret saving me yesterday?" Sister Maria's words were full of meaning, and the meaning was very clear... that is, the wound on the face will leave ugly scars, and Fisk didn't have to face all this.

He could have left calmly...

Sister Maria put all the blame on Fisk for saving her.

Fisk was silent and did not answer the question.

Perhaps because she didn't get a reply from Fisk, Sister Maria slowly stopped applying the ointment and looked up at Fisk in confusion.

Fisk slowly came back to his senses, but his eyes were still fixed on Sister Maria's eyes that were filled with heartache.

After a short silence, Fisk gently held Sister Maria's hand.

The slender wrist felt a little cold when touched, but apart from the cold feeling, one could clearly feel the smoothness of the skin on the hand. Sister Maria's wrist was a little thin, but when one touched it, one could feel the muscles and bones clearly, and it was very comfortable.

"Sister Maria, this is what I promised you. I said I would keep you safe, and I will definitely keep you safe. Fortunately, you are fine.

Otherwise, even if I kill all those Italians, I won’t be able to redeem what I owe you.”

Fisk suddenly felt a violent heartbeat. It came from Sister Maria's hand. It was the sound of her pulse, gurgling like thunder.

Fisk's heartbeat also began to become more frequent.

Sister Maria didn't know if she was moved by Fisk's words, but she used a little more force in her hands and accidentally stuffed the ointment into the torn wound instead of applying it evenly on the wound.

"hiss......"

Fisk took a deep breath, and although the movement was extremely slight, Sister Maria still felt it.

She did not release her wrist that was being held, but quickly retracted her other hand with a look of heartache, "Does it hurt?"

Fisk shook his head, but then nodded, "It doesn't hurt too much."

"I was distracted just now... Let me bandage your wound for you." Sister Maria felt a little guilty. She looked pitiful, just like a little rabbit that had done something wrong. Her gentle tone made people's hearts tremble involuntarily.

But Fisk refused to let go of her hand.

Still holding it firmly in his hand.

Sister Maria glanced at Fisk but didn't say much. She just shook her wrist lightly and then withdrew her hand.

Then he picked up the gauze and began to help Fisk bandage the wound on his head.

Her technique was extremely sophisticated, and it was obvious at first glance that she was not comparable to a novice like Fa Zi.

Soon, Fisk's head was wrapped in gauze, but he did not turn into a mummy. It just wrapped the wound area.

After wrapping him up, Sister Maria asked Fisk to wait here for a while and left the room.

Fisk looked at Sister Maria's departing back with some disappointment... Maybe Sister Maria had forgotten, and she didn't even put on the outer nun's robe, but only a thin lining.

Without the obstruction of the nun's robe, the firm buttocks formed a smooth curve that went straight down, and Fisk's eyes were instantly drawn there.

However, I only had time to see it for less than a second.

She looked more like she was escaping than walking out.

After leaving the room, Sister Maria immediately leaned against the wall.

She was breathing heavily.

There were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

She breathed heavily for a long time before finally calming down.

However, the impulse that made her feel hot continued to spread throughout her body.

This cannot be relieved by deep breathing.

"Maria, what's wrong with you?"

"He's Little Fisk..."

Take a few deep breaths.

Sister Maria paced away.