Chapter 18: Really Stupid
Editor: Larbre Studio
Han Ke hung up the phone and glared at Gu Xiaoran.
Gu Xiaoran stared back, refusing to take it lying down.
Han Ke snorted coldly and tidied his clothes before jumping into the car and leaving in a hurry. He got furious when he went past the Silver Ghost.
He vaguely saw the person in the driver seat. Mo Qing had stood in the shadow when he had given Gu Xiaoran the car key, so Han Ke had failed to see Mo Qing's appearance.
When he saw the man who was still in the car, he thought that he was the driver that Mo Qing had assigned to Gu Xiaoran. He became more angry and cursed silently, "Bitch!"
After sitting on the bench for a long time, Gu Xiaoran felt something slimy on her legs and at the same time smelled something weird.
When she thought of what Mo Qing had done to her in the Imperial Nightclub, her expression suddenly changed.
She got up immediately, entered the villa, rushed upstairs, and ran straight into the bathroom.
She slipped and fell, barking her wrist. Blood oozed out, and it was very painful.
She turned on the faucet and placed herself under the shower to wash away the filth on her body. Her mind was a mess thinking about that night's dreadful experience and she sat down, hugging her knees.
It was only the first night—she dared not think about the future.
She suddenly remembered what Mo Qing had said, "You will only know how stupid you are after you marry him!"
Gu Xiaoran smiled bitterly. She had been really stupid.
She sat there until she felt groggy, her eyelids felt heavy to open, and she fell into deep sleep.
In her sleep, she felt someone carefully carry her.
She couldn't open her eyes, but she could smell the familiar, clean smell akin to sunlight...
Her body was laid flat. She was in a daze.
A soft and dry bath towel avoided the barked wrist and wiped gently on her body. It was so gentle as if it was afraid of hurting her or waking her up. Her aching body felt better under the soft, dry towel.
It was a little cold with the wind, and soon a blanket covered her body, making her feel warm at once. Exhausted, Gu Xiaoran caressed the soft and clean blanket, and breathed out comfortably.
The hands moved gently around her hair with a towel, rubbing it dry before spreading her soft long strands on the pillow. The hand, which had some thick calluses from holding guns and steering wheels, gently touched her cheek.
Gu Xiaoran vaguely heard a sigh—it sounded like a nightmare grabbing on to her nerves.
The hand slowly backed away, and Gu Xiaoran suddenly gained consciousness.
She suddenly opened her sleepy eyes, only to meet with a pair of eyes that were as dark as night.
She froze at once, unable to think or breathe. She felt as if the only thing left in the world was that pair of eyes that had appeared countless times only in her dreams.
Ziyan.
At that moment, she felt like she was dreaming. His narrow and beautiful eyes were looking at her without restraint.
Gu Xiaoran suddenly collected herself and pulled her eyes away from his face. She looked left and right and realized that it was the big bed he had arranged. Gu Xiaoran's hand on her side touched her own skin. It was still smooth from taking a shower, and her head exploded at once.
It was him who had carried her out of the bathroom and wiped the water on her body.
She turned over and sat up, wrapping herself tightly with the blanket.
He sat down by the bed and raised his hand to caress her face, "Have you regretted it?"
Gu Xiaoran was full of regret, but she refused to admit it.
"Why should I regret it? He is much better than a beast like you."
At least Han Ke didn't dare to really touch her.
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