Xion was well aware that she could manage ordinary wounds on her own, but if her arteries were truly injured, it would be a whole different challenge. The thought of nerve damage also crossed her mind, as it could lead tosting consequences. She understood that any lingering issues would undoubtedly impact her strength.


    With these worries swirling in her mind, Xion hesitated, uncertain if she should ept Charlie’s assistance. After all, Charlie was a master with abilities that far exceeded her own. If he were to treat her injuries, she knew it would be far more dependable than attempting to handle it herself.


    Noticing her conflicted expression, Charlie spoke with conviction: “Don’t take too long to decide; your life is more important than anything else. I’m sure you don’t want your legs to be disabled. Imagine a beautiful girl like you walking with a limp—that would be quite unattractive.”


    With that, he extended his hand toward Xion, saying with certainty, “Come on, let me help you to the recliner!”


    Xion felt a rush of embarrassment at his unwavering stance and replied softly, “I can manage on my own.”<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    However, as she attempted to use her arms for support, she quickly realized they weren’t cooperating. Frustrated, she looked to Charlie, who remained calm and said, “Don’t strain yourself. I’ve temporarily sealed your meridians, so your body can’t muster any strength.”


    Surprised by this revtion, Xion reluctantly took Charlie’s hand and murmured, “I’m sorry to trouble you…”


    Charlie grasped her delicate, cold hand and effortlessly lifted her up.


    This was the first time Xion had ever been held like this by a man, and her heart raced uncontrobly. Raised by her mother, she had dedicated herself to martial arts, leaving little room for romance or interaction with boys.


    The sudden intimacy of holding hands with Charlie sent her into a flurry of panic.


    Once he helped her onto the recliner, he gentlyid her down and secured the swing function. Then he said, “I need to cut off the leg of your pants.”


    Upon hearing this, Xion’s face flushed with embarrassment as she thought, “Is he really going to cut my pants? That means my whole thigh will be exposed to him!”


    While she struggled toe to terms with Charlie’s decision, he had already grabbed a pair of scissors and cut up a few centimeters from where the crossbow arrow had struck, slicing the entire trouser leg off.


    Xion felt a sudden chill on her right leg. When she nced down, she was shocked to see her slender leg fully exposed to the air. She immediately covered her face in shyness.


    Charlie, taken aback, didn’t expect Xion’s legs to be so stunning, surpassing all the women he had known. This likely stemmed from her years of martial arts training.


    Her legs were not only slender but also perfectly straight, with subtle muscle definition that rivaled even the best supermodels. She truly had exceptional legs, a rare find.<fn6d3f> Newest update provided by FindN0vel</fn6d3f>


    As Charlie continued to stare at her legs, Xion felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her. Despite his impressive strength, he seemed tock the predatory gaze of the typical lecherous men she had encountered.


    Feeling a bit irritated, she asked, “What are you staring at?”


    Charlie looked up, smiled casually, and replied, “I’m just admiring your legs; they’re beautiful.”