She knew he had an injury on his chest, so she avoided the areas that might touch the wound and pinched his waist with all her might.
His whole body was muscular, not much to pinch, but she heard the man’s muffled groan of pain.
Wanxia knew he was pretending, but she didn’t continue and withdrew her hand.
Truly, she was wrapped around his finger.
Ending the call, she was irritated and embarrassed.
"I’m giving you ti."
No one knew how many tis in those four days and three nights Gu Shaozhi wanted to have his secretary book a flight to Qing City, and no one knew how intense the joy in his heart was when he received her call.
Gu Shaozhi had been dumped twice without a backward glance by the sa woman. These monts left an indelible mark on his life. He gained so experience, but it seed facing her, it was all useless.
He reached out to press the light switch, the crystal lamp emitted soft light, covering every corner of the bedroom.
He had taken a shower in the guest room, and with a few casual wipes, he ca over, so his short hair was still wet.
Leaning against the headboard, he turned his head to gaze at Wanxia beside him. His angular features cast a line of shadows on the other cheek, making him appear even more profound.
The woman rested in the crook of his arm, her slightly callused fingertips skimming over her smooth shoulder. It was a slow and gentle motion.
He gazed at her peacefully and slowly spoke, "Ji Wanxia, it’s not easy to enter the Gu Family’s household register. Once started, I won’t give you a third chance to dump . Have you thought it through?"
Each word was clear and distinct.
They locked eyes for a long ti before Wanxia spoke, "Shaozhi, I love you, truly."
All the fatigue in Gu Shaozhi’s body seed to dissipate at this mont. He brushed away the soft strands of hair on her cheek, responding warmly, "I know."
When she first fainted at the hospital in An City, the psychiatrist asked him: Why does Ji Wanxia hate you?
There must be a reason to hate soone.
She hated Qiu Zheng deeply, but for two completely opposite reasons.
That hatred towards Qiu Zheng was because the other party had cruelly hard her best friend. Three lives could be counted on Qiu Zheng’s head.
That hatred towards Gu Shaozhi was because... because of love.
Just because he knew she loved him, he couldn’t bear to see her harm her body, so he let her go.
In the end, one must endure the pain.
He gave her freedom, bearing the pain himself.
"During the ti I was in a coma, I dread a lot about past events, all of which were related to you."
Wanxia moved closer, snuggling deeper into the man’s embrace.
"If, I an if, you had done nothing and allowed Shen Weiyi to continue living in the spotlight and applause, I would never have turned back and would be with a man other than you. But whether it’s Jin Sinan or soone else, it wouldn’t last long, because no one could endure their partner’s heart holding on to a mory that will never be forgotten."
She would not forget him, nor would she forgive him.
They would live, age, and die in worlds utterly unrelated to each other.
"This ’if’ doesn’t exist," Wanxia raised her head, eyes clear, "I love you, and I need you, so I want to go back."
About two or three minutes later,
"Wanwan, you said it yourself, there’s no chance to regret," his voice low and hoarse, "If you dare to abandon a third ti, I’ll strangle you."
The first half was gentle as water, but the latter half turned into a domineering warning.
Evidently, it was two entirely opposite emotions rged together without any discord.
Wanxia hadn’t recovered from the intense kiss, feeling a little breathless, her long, curled lashes like two small fans fluttering.
Her face blushed, apricot eyes sparkling with water, srizingly veiled, her cherry-red lips slightly parted, breaths a bit hurried.
After a few seconds, Wanxia steadied her voice and said softly, "Holding onto you and then pushing you away? Am I crazy?"
As soon as the words fell, her lips were once more sealed by the man.
Gu Shaozhi released her wrist, and it was no longer a thoughtless devouring without skill, but rather his tongue delicately traced her lip line, infinitely gentle yet imposingly irrefutable.
"Be good, call hubby."
The man’s voice was deep and raspy as if soaked in red wine, carrying a gentle temptress.
Seeing the collar of her pajamas about to be pulled open, Wanxia awoke from the irresistible intoxication, nervously holding his unruly hand.
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