"Ah, it hurts so much, I’m losing too much blood, I can’t go on. I’m dizzy..."
Qiao Yuxian lay on the sofa, holding her knee, shouting.
Gu Yanjing glanced at her, got up to wash his hands in the bathroom, and made a call to Shang Chen.
After washing his hands and coming back, he stood by the sofa, just about to squat down when Qiao Yuxian suddenly grabbed his pants.
With a look of excessive blood loss, weakness, and near death, she said, "Gu Yanjing, as a married couple, I have nothing to leave you. I’ll leave you my thesis topic that I can’t finalize and the advanced English test in November."
Gu Yanjing: "......"
Qiao Yuxian coughed twice, very theatrically, clutched his pants, propped up her body, and looked at him, "You must treat them well, or else, or else... I’ll haunt your bedside at night!"
Gu Yanjing looked at his pants being pulled down, and gently pushed her forehead.
Qiao Yuxian fell back into the sofa, laughed for a while, then hugged her leg and softly groaned, "It really hurts, how can it hurt so much."
Gu Yanjing squatted down on one knee, holding her ankle, looking at the wound on her foot.
The glass shard was not big, the wound was small, and it had stopped bleeding.
Qiao Yuxian, who had been murmuring softly, suddenly felt the warmth of his hand, bounced up from the sofa, sat up straight, and instinctively pulled her leg back.
The sound also disappeared.
Gu Yanjing completely enveloped her ankle with one hand, and when she pulled back, he applied a bit of strength, fearing to hurt her, imdiately softened his grip.
A strange sensation spread from his hand to his heart, then conducted through his body as an unfamiliar feeling.
Gu Yanjing looked down, frowned slightly, carefully released her ankle, and went to get the tweezers from the dical box.
Qiao Yuxian fluttered her eyelashes, then squird, shuffled towards the sofa.
But before she moved completely, Gu Yanjing grabbed her ankle again.
Like pressing a switch, Qiao Yuxian froze.
Taking advantage of her calm, Gu Yanjing deftly removed the glass shard.
The wound wasn’t deep, but it bled instantly when the shard was pulled out.
Stark against her fair skin.
Qiao Yuxian pulled her leg back a bit again, unable to retract, she showed no strong reaction, didn’t even frown.
Gu Yanjing dabbed the blood with a cotton ball, and after it stopped bleeding, disinfected the wound with alcohol...
At the mont the swab touched the wound, Qiao Yuxian’s eyes widened, her mouth opened, then closed tightly, gritting her teeth.
She inhaled sharply but didn’t exhale.
Pain more piercing than sound.
Gu Yanjing maintained a stern face, looked at her briefly, expressionless, yet rcilessly pressed the swab twice on the wound.
Like being stabbed a thousand tis, heart-wrenching...
Qiao Yuxian stomped one foot on the ground, nearly stood from the sofa, but fell back, collapsing on the sofa. Clenching her teeth, temples pulsing, she pounded the sofa with her fist.
Still emotionless, like a machine, because she collapsed on the sofa, Gu Yanjing adjusted his grip on her ankle, applying ointnt, bandaging.
After a while, Qiao Yuxian finally spoke, "Gu Yanjing, you’re murdering ."
Her voice soft, hoarse after a silent shout.
Finished bandaging, Gu Yanjing placed her foot back on the sofa, tidied up the dical kit.
"I’m breaking up with you for five minutes," Qiao Yuxian murmured, "My face is so pale it hurts."
Gu Yanjing stored the dical kit under the coffee table, looked at her face, "Not pale, you’re in good color."
Qiao Yuxian: "......."
After a two-second pause, she slapped the sofa, sat up, head held high, haughtily said, "Don’t talk to during the breakup."
Gu Yanjing looked at her indifferently, gaze inadvertently glancing down, noticing a button unfastened on her pajama top, her collar skewed to one side.
A hint of spring exposed, dazzling white...
Gu Yanjing quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere. His lips moved as if to say sothing, but ultimately didn’t, turned and left.
He heated water, poured a cup, placed it on the coffee table in front of Qiao Yuxian.
Qiao Yuxian looked at the steaming water, muttered, "I want sothing cold to drink."
Gu Yanjing sat on a single sofa nearby, as if he hadn’t heard.
They sat quietly.
The living room bright as daylight, silent all around, listening closely, one could hear the heavy breathing of the man lying in the corridor upstairs.
Qiao Yuxian blew on the steam rising from her cup.
Gu Yanjing looked down, lost in thought.
After a while, the sound of a car ca from outside.
Qiao Yuxian turned her head towards the door.
Gu Yanjing lifted his eyes, "Your shirt button."
Qiao Yuxian looked at him, "What?"
Gu Yanjing also looked at her, in her eyes, "Your shirt."
Qiao Yuxian glanced down, imdiately grabbed her collar with her hand, ears turning red instantly.
Living here, aside from Aunt i, it’s mostly n. Even when sleeping at night without her underwear, she’s very careful.
Worried that if sothing happened at night, it would be troubleso to co out.
Thought of everything, didn’t expect the button to be undone.
She kept her head down, clutching her collar tightly, hearing footsteps outside, imdiately wanted to go upstairs.
But after one step, her foot hurt, so she hopped on one foot towards the stairs.
Gu Yanjing watched her hop a couple of tis, walked over, and effortlessly scooped her up in his arms.
Shang Chen, just entering the living room, stopped in his tracks, stunned.
Is this really Mr. Gu?
Did Mr. Gu just scoop up that woman?
Why?
In Gu Yanjing’s arms, Qiao Yuxian still kept her head down, clutching her collar, not saying a word.
Gu Yanjing glanced at her, noticed her blushing ears, a subtle shift in his eyebrow.
So... she can be ashad too.
"Why didn’t you tell earlier," Qiao Yuxian whispered, her tone shy and regretful.
Gu Yanjing carried her upstairs, saw the man lying in the hallway, his expression cooled, his voice as cold as ever, "You prohibited from speaking for five minutes."
Qiao Yuxian’s mouth twitched.
What a joke.
Are you really that obedient?
Can the Gu Group listen to her in the future?
Gu Yanjing carried her to her room door, inside was dark, but the light projections showed glass shards and an overturned cabinet.
He halted, turned, and went to his room instead.
Entering the room, putting her on the bed.
Qiao Yuxian didn’t bother with courtesy, pulled the covers over herself.
Seated on the bed, wrapped in the blanket, small like a little lump, almost covering her head too.
Gu Yanjing looked at the tiny bundle, "I didn’t see anything."
"Ah!" Qiao Yuxian buried her face in the covers, muffled, "Don’t talk."
Gu Yanjing said nothing more, poured another glass of warm water from his room, placed it on the bedside table, "Sleep here tonight, I’ll go to the study."
His voice remained unfeeling, emotionless.
Aunt i, having heard the commotion, initially ca out, but saw Gu Yanjing hitting soone in the corridor, got scared and retreated quickly.
Qiao Yuxian’s room probably won’t be cleaned up soon.
Qiao Yuxian hesitated, then quietly answered, "Okay."
"Drink the water while it’s warm," Gu Yanjing added.
Sounding like a reminder, almost a command.
"Got it," Qiao Yuxian replied softly, "Thank you."
Gu Yanjing looked at her for a couple of seconds, then lightly ruffled the back of her head, exposed from the covers, leaving the room.
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