HP Peter Can't Be That Cute

Chapter 116 Treatment

Alaia was "stupefied" by Riddle's request or plea. Did he really intend to let her help him bathe?

"Help me up..." Riddle's arm naturally rested on Alaia's shoulders. She only felt her shoulders sink, and the breath full of male hormones and the smell of blood came to her face. This was the first time he intuitively felt the breath of the Dark Lord.

Her body trembled along with his heart, as if she was really the little hamster, shrouded in the fear brought by the dark and poisonous snake.

"How...how are you injured?"

"What? You care about me..." Riddle's mood became more and more cheerful. He seemed to have never been so happy because of hearing a word. Perhaps he didn't know what happiness was before, but as long as he was close to her, this "silly" little guy, he felt comfortable all over, without those bad things lingering in his heart.

Is this what old Dumbledore meant by "happiness"? It's just that, but he doesn't hate it.

Riddle's teasing made Alayya's face fall. She didn't want to care about him at all. She just wanted to delay time.

But Riddle seemed to really want to explain to her. He opened his shirt, revealing his wet chest and waist and abdomen wrapped in gauze and stained with blood. "Here..."

He stared at Alaia, as if expecting something, and uttered words from his thin lips that she couldn't understand. If nothing unexpected happened, it should be Parseltongue, because Nagini on the ground seemed to react violently.

But through his gaze, Alaiya always had the illusion that he was longing for her comfort. He, a dark lord, needed her comfort? Alaiya felt like she was crazy, but that gaze made her touch his face again.

The touch was much stronger than in the dream. For a moment she thought she was still in that beautiful dream, so she couldn't help but touch it again and again. "Your skin is so good~"

Riddle's pupils trembled, and he rolled over and pressed Alayya under him. "Continue..."

"Ah?" Alayya woke up instantly. She didn't know what he meant by "continue", but it was really painful for her to look up at him. She felt like her wrist was about to be crushed by the reticent Dark Lord. He was holding her hand. What else could she do?

Until he wrapped his hands around her and stroked his chest, all the way down to his flat stomach, then to his waist, and stayed on his wound, as if that could help heal him.

"Hiss~" The pain didn't make Riddle frown, but it made Alayya grimace. "Don't you feel any pain? How about I go and call a therapist for you!" Alayya tried hard to break free from his big hand, but it was of no use except causing the wound that had just shown signs of healing to split again.

She really didn't understand why he was torturing himself, and why he had to drag her into this. If a wound like this wasn't cured with just one bottle of potion at St. Mungo's, there would always be a way to heal it. Why was he trying to harvest her sympathy?

"Heal me..." Riddle then really did what Alaya expected, lying on his side beside her, revealing the wound on his waist, and the eye-catching shark line? Hidden under his pajamas. While speaking, he moved his body to find a more comfortable position, looking more "attractive"?

"Let's start..." Riddle waved his hand, and the potion, cotton balls and bandages on the table flew onto the bed and landed right in front of Alea.

At this time she understood that the treated wound was obviously not the work of a therapist, but more like an emergency treatment, with no professional treatment at all. So Riddle did not receive any treatment from outsiders at all, and was he waiting for her?

"I...can't..." In fact, she didn't want to hurt the Dark Lord and be caught, but Riddle raised his eyebrows and asked, "Afraid?" He thought she was afraid of her own blood.

"Hmm~" Alayya nodded like a hamster. How could she not be afraid when she was doing something to the Dark Lord?

Riddle pursed his lips, and used his hand to push his scattered hair behind his ears, revealing his clear jawline. He sighed, sat up straight, and took Alaia back to his lap, "Close your eyes!"

Alayya hurriedly closed her eyes, and felt Riddle holding her waist with one hand. A ball of cotton was stuffed in her hand, and he held her hand and began to apply it casually on the side of his waist.

Did he really want her to help him with the treatment? He didn't mind whether it was really her who was helping him. Riddle was satisfied with just this kind of "bluster".

"..." Alayya was speechless. This was such a shameful and heart-pounding play.

Riddle, however, was happy to use Alayya's little hand to fiddle with his wound. He felt an unprecedented peace.

Finally, he fell asleep holding Alayya's soft body from behind. Although he was somewhat unwilling as she was right in front of him, the long period of concentration on handling business and waiting for Alayya had indeed pushed him to his limit, but he could not show any vulnerability in front of outsiders.

So in the familiar atmosphere, just like every dream he could recall from his youth till now, he could finally hold her and fall asleep peacefully. He fell asleep very quickly, pressing on Alaiya very aggressively.

She felt as if she was surrounded by an iron wall and had difficulty breathing. However, listening to the strong heartbeat behind her ears, Alayya felt a little unreal. Did the Dark Lord rely on her to lull herself to sleep?

Alaia wanted to see what the Dark Lord looked like when he was sleeping, or to let her sneak away quietly, but every time she struggled, the Dark Lord's arms tightened, making it difficult for her to breathe. How strong was he? !

Riddle slept well that night, but Alayya slept very badly because she clearly felt someone nibbling her mouth, pinching the soft flesh on her belly, and biting her ears.

Alayya was so annoyed in her sleep that she reached out and slapped the "hooligan" twice. However, her hand was restrained even tighter. Was her hand also wrapped? Was she being chewed in the mouth?

Help, someone come and save her!

When Alaiya woke up again, it was already the afternoon of the next day. She didn't remember why she slept for so long. She just felt like her whole body was about to be crushed. She... and Riddle?

Alayya was frightened awake instantly, climbed down from the bed and checked carefully. Fortunately, her clothes were intact. Riddle, the killing maniac, didn't know much about the relationship between men and women. However, there were several big ones on her neck, and her mouth was red and swollen as if it was swollen by chili peppers.

Is Riddle treating himself like a bone to gnaw on?

"woke up?"