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Chapter 121: Problems Arise at Night
Song Wuyou's complexion was pale but her skin was smooth and fair. Observing her, there was a translucent quality to her fairness, yet it carried a peculiar charm of vulnerability when one was sick. Recalling the recent injuries from her car crash and then being thrown from horseback before she recovered fully, Gu Yanhao's heart ached deeply for her.
He placed the food on the bedside drawer and pulled out a chair. Sitting down, he continued to stare at her without blinking. The pale face was devoid of any powder or makeup, yet it looked more beautiful than ever. He stared and stared for a long time, and it hit Gu Yanhao that Song Wuyou was the most beautiful woman he had seen in his life so far.
In the past, he never had to chance to really look at her true face. One, her thick makeup. Inch thick powder and clashing colors made her ugly. Second, indeed it was him that didn't pay attention to her. Every time he saw her thickly made up face, he would turn away feeling nauseated. Nowadays, she longer put on that horrid makeup and she looked way better than she did in those days. Obviously, her own face was much better than anyone else's, so why did she go and do unnecessary things that caused others to dislike her, looking neither like a human nor a banshee? Painting makeup on such a beautiful face was a blasphemy and a waste. Gu Yanhao's hand reached out, wanting to touch her face, but mere centimeters before he was about to feel her skin, his movement stopped.
His hand froze midair. Eye stared straight at Song Wuyou's eyes with a hint of awkward embarrassment. A few silent seconds ticked by, Gu Yanhao finally withdrew his hand inconspicuously. The instant his hand left, Song Wuyou's eyes snapped open.
"When did you come back?"
Having the shadow of a large man in her room the moment she opened her eyes, a trace of vigilance and wariness flickered in Song Wuyou's bright eyes.
Gu Yanhao grabbed the food container, his voice somewhat low, "Hungry? I bought some porridge back for you."
"……….." Song Wuyou looked at him with rounded shocked eyes upon hearing his words.
He, the Young Master of Gu Family? Take away? Noble status, branded clothes – while carrying a take away bag… What kind of scene was that? The rate of heads turning back must have exploded, right?
"What kind of porridge?" Song Wuyou asked. In fact, she was feeling a little hungry. After Gu Yanhao and Mu Gu left, the doctor came in to give her a check-up, allowing her to eat some simple food – which got her thinking of ordering delivery.
"Millet gruel. It's very good." Gu Yanhao easily lifted Song Wuyou up with one arm.
Song Wuyou liked millet gruel very much in her past life.
"You want to feed me again?" Song Wuyou's observed Gu Yanhao through her lashes.
Gu Yanhao cocked an eyebrow up with a playful curve on his lips, "Can't I?"
"I can do it myself." Song Wuyou was unable to adapt to his sudden niceties towards her.
"How are you going to do it?" Gu Yanhao asked with interest while sweeping a glance at her hard arm cast.
Following his gaze, Song Wuyou looked at her own injured left arm. Sigh, when will this arm get better?
Hearing no further complaints from her, Gu Yanhao had a satisfied smirk on his face that looked like a charming smile.
"Mu Gu went back?" Song Wuyou asked.
"En." A simple grunt as an answer. Scooping out a small spoonful of gruel, Gu Yanhao blew on it before sending it to Song Wuyou's mouth.
Song Wuyou opened her mouth and the spoon of millet gruel entered, filling her tastebuds with the mild fragrance.
"It's delicious." Soong Wuyou smiled happily.
"Then finish it."
Song Wuyou glanced at the bowl in Gu Yanhao's hand. Not big, but it was nearly filled to the brim, however finishing it was not a problem.
The millet gruel was really tasty, and on top of that Song Wuyou was hungry. Before long, everything was gone.
After taking care of her meal, Gu Yanhao did not leave, staying in the room, accompanying her.
When she sleeps, he slept. When she watched television, he would stay at her side.
In the blink of an eye, night arrived. Heihei, the night was where problems would arise.
Translator : Woodear
Editor : Ocelot