Gu Lan had imagined ten thousand ways for Rong Heng to discover her true identity, but she never expected it to be exposed at this mont.
Even more so, she never anticipated a scene like this.
"Re...reconnect?" Gu Lan involuntarily swallowed her saliva, lowered her head, and looked at her hand. "Are you sure this thing can be reconnected?"
Rong Heng might have been too shocked and turned foolish.
After a brief mont of calm, Gu Lan suddenly realized sothing, and she hurriedly threw away the belt and wrapped her clothes tightly around her.
She had taken off her pants and outer clothing to remove the belt, and the belt had a very firm wrapping style. She was wide open with her inner clothing, exposing her chest wrap. On the other hand, even though she was wearing underpants, and they were boxers, in the dim moonlit night, two bare legs were clearly visible in the wind—
The next mont, Rong Heng caught the belt she had tossed, the broken and blood-stained one.
It was clear that Rong Heng was very cautious in his movents, as if he really intended to perform so surgery to reconnect it for her.
He observed for three seconds, seemingly hesitating whether or not to touch, then the string of "reason" in his mind snapped with a crack.
Rong Heng lifted his head, his pitch-black eyes locking onto Gu Lan without blinking, flas rolling in them.
"This is fake."
His voice was particularly calm, without a trace of emotion. The clear and pleasant tone, under the quiet moonlight, was sowhat eerie.
"Isn’t it obvious... If it were real, you wouldn’t see alive now." Gu Lan’s heart was in her throat, and she answered blankly.
But Rong Heng seed to not have heard her reply and continued asking, "You got hurt indeed, where is the injury?"
Gu Lan steadied herself, telling herself to be calr than him.
"Butt...waist! The injury is at the waist!" she said decisively.
Rong Heng keenly heard the word she swallowed back, nodding thoughtfully:
"Ah, so it was your butt, no wonder you chased that assassin alone, not wanting to treat... I ntioned your hidden ailnt before and laughed at how small you were, it was my fault, did I say it too harshly, leading you to this fake?"
Gu Lan: Is he blind?
Even if this reason is valid, I still have an upper body!
Rong Heng also noticed her upper body, falling into deep thought again; a mont later, he realized: "Indeed, it seems your problem is more serious than I initially guessed, not just a hidden ailnt, is it perhaps, the hermaphroditism recorded in ancient books?"
Gu Lan couldn’t help but say, "You’re the one who’s hermaphroditic..."
She tried to calm her tumbling heart. Although it happened suddenly, the scene was shocking, and she wasn’t ready to confess to Rong Heng, she had rehearsed this...
Don’t panic!
Rong Heng’s psychological quality must be much better than Shiqi’s. Gu Lan tried to recall what she had said to Shiqi before, took a deep breath, and spoke seriously and calmly:
"I’ve actually wanted to tell you for a long ti, Brother Hang, I’m a woman. I’m sorry, I have deceived you all along, I was wrong, you can beat up! I don’t ask for your forgiveness, just don’t be angry, don’t harm your body!"
Thinking it would be hard to say, but once said it was like a weight lifted off her shoulders.
Rong Heng stared at her, shook his head, and firmly spat out three words:
"I don’t believe it!"
Gu Lan: "???"
"Why don’t you believe it? I’ve admitted, why don’t you believe it?" Gu Lan got angry, straightened her chest and raised her head, looking forward, "Look, I even have this, I really am a woman!"
Rong Heng shook his head, murmuring to himself: "I must be dreaming, how could Gu Lan be a woman, this is all an illusion, I should go back and read a few more books."
Gu Lan: "..."
She held his gaze for a couple of seconds, surrendered, and with resignation: "...Okay, you’re right, you’re dreaming."
"This dream... it feels so real," Rong Heng sighed, lifting a hand, seemingly wanting to touch Gu Lan.
Gu Lan involuntarily took two steps back, but behind her was a stream, she had nowhere to retreat.
In the blink of an eye, Rong Heng was in front of her, pulling her arm with the sa bewildered eyes as if in a dream, emotionlessly taking her pulse.
Gu Lan thought Rong Heng was truly calm, but when he grabbed her she felt, his hand was trembling all along, with a strength that she could hardly break free, and a slight soreness transmitted from her wrist.
"Rong Heng, stop taking my pulse, I took the Gu Family dication given by Du Changning, that’s why the pulse—"
Gu Lan explained, looking up, only to et Rong Heng’s deep-set eyes.
His deep black eyes seed to be piled with dense ink, carrying burning snowflakes and moonlight, colder than frost by three points.
Gu Lan was startled, her throat suddenly choked, unsure of what to say.
"I’m sorry."
She said, lowering her head.
Rong Heng released her arm, but raised a hand, placing it on Gu Lan’s face.
Gently, he wiped away a few drops of blood from her face.
"How can you be a woman?"
Rong Heng asked softly, his voice hoarse and trembling.
"You must be lying to ...how could you be a woman?"
Rong Heng repeated as if in a daze.
Gu Lan sighed, raised her head again, and looked into his eyes full of doubt and confusion, slowing her tone, trying to make her voice sound sincere:
"How would you like to prove it, or do you want to feel for yourself? Anyway, brother, this is all my fault, I shouldn’t have lied to you. If I had known things would co to this, I would have told you my true identity from the start... You can ask anything, I won’t hide anything from you, I promise never to deceive you again."
Rong Heng stared intently at Gu Lan’s face. Under her cautious gaze, a fiery fla seed to gradually ignite in his eyes, as if sothing hidden was consuming his reason.
Gu Lan shuddered, looked down at herself, and suddenly realized she was without an outer garnt!
"Damn, Rong Heng, stop looking!" She blushed furiously, instinctively letting out a low growl.
Rong Heng’s gaze involuntarily shifted downwards, then he abruptly shut his eyes tightly, turned around, and awkwardly started moving away.
—He stumbled to a stop under a tree, even tripping on a rock by the creek, his pale, stern face flushed red, making him appear quite embarrassed.
Gu Lan couldn’t help it,
like a fool,
she let out a laugh.
"Are you incapable?"
In an instant, Rong Heng lunged at her.
He grabbed Gu Lan’s waist with one hand, gently tracing it, while his other hand lifted her face, then bit down hard on her Adam’s apple, like a fierce beast.
The dicinal scent emanating from Rong Heng was overwhelmingly intoxicating, causing her to instinctively close her eyes.
It wasn’t until the sharp pain, when his hand traveled from her waist upward, that Gu Lan woozily reacted and forcefully pushed him away.
Rong Heng stepped back, his expression grotesque, squinting his eyes without looking at her, and spat out the thing he bit off...an Adam’s apple.
—If that thing could be called an Adam’s apple.
Gu Lan touched her neck, thinking it must be red now.
With a somber face, she retied her clothes and then squatted by the creek to wash her hands: "Do you believe now, what else do you need to confirm?"
The cold creek water cald her down, and she even calmly began to wash her belt.
Don’t panic! Gu Lan told herself once again.
She was wearing a very fitting model, and she would still need it afterward.
Isn’t it just being discovered by Rong Heng for cross-dressing?
Isn’t it just being caught with a belt by the male lead who originally only saw you as a brother and sworn brother?
Help,
she wanted to escape this world.
As she kept thinking about it, the wound on her lower back suddenly throbbed with pain. Perhaps squatting down to wash her hands had reopened the wound, and Gu Lan winced in pain, her breathing heavy for an instant.
Rong Heng, who had been looking down and pondering over the custom-made fake Adam’s apple in his hand, upon hearing the sound, suddenly raised his eyes, his gaze briefly pausing over her blood-stained waist, and solemnly said:
"Lie down, let apply dicine."
Gu Lan felt his gaze was dangerous, and softly protested, "Is it really necessary?"
Rong Heng pressed forward step by step, sneering, "Is that so, is Young Master Gu scared?"
Gu Lan imdiately retorted angrily, "Scared of what—"
"Splash—"
Gu Lan misstepped and fell into the water.
If this is a dream, let her wake up quickly;
If this is not a dream, then let herself drown, she wanted to leave this beautiful world.
Gu Lan let the cold creek water cover her face, allowing her body to relax.
But soon, Rong Heng seized her arm and lifted her up.
He looked at the water that had barely reached his knees and said expressionlessly,
"This is not a dream, and you won’t drown."
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