Chapter 396 What am I thinking?

Even though she was trying hard to hold back her laughter.

But Gu Zhou still noticed her abnormality at a glance.

He looked down at himself and found that the tight shorts did make him feel a little uncomfortable when moving.

He raised his eyebrows slightly: "Boss Ling, you are even thinner than I thought." His voice was lazily filled with moisture, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, but it almost broke the smile that Wang Yuanling had suppressed with great difficulty.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to remain calm. "Well, I didn't expect Mr. Gu's physique... It seems that you pay attention to exercise every day. This is a good habit."

That's why it's so big.

Gu Zhou remained silent, his dark eyes swept across the cup of hot water on the table, and he said with certainty: "It's for me."

Wang Yuanling finally pulled himself together from his stifled laughter: "Yes, it's warm honey water, it can help with hangovers. Thank you so much, Mr. Gu, for helping me keep the alcohol away tonight."

Gu Zhou walked over, took the cup of warm honey water, and took two sips.

The water temperature is suitable.

Sweet honey flavor.

It feels very comfortable when it pours into the throat irritated by alcohol.

He looked relieved and said quietly, "How did Mr. Ling know that I was helping you block the wine?"

The water on the ends of his hair dripped onto the floor, forming a flower-like shape.

Her eyes moved slightly and she changed the subject: "Mr. Gu, don't you want to dry your hair first? It's easy to catch a cold this way."

Gu Zhou raised his hand and casually played with his wet hair. Water droplets rolled down his forehead and slid across his neat jawline.

Wang Yuanling glanced at his plaster cast wrapped in a plastic bag, and his heart ached. "Mr. Gu, if your hands are not convenient, can I help you blow it?"

Gu Zhou was about to bend down to put down the cup, but upon hearing this, he raised his dark eyes and looked at her.

Being stared at by him, she still kept a smile on her face: "Or maybe Mr. Gu wants to blow it himself, that's fine too."

Gu Zhou let out a lazy laugh: "I'm so sorry to bother Mr. Ling all the time."

Wang Yuanling smiled politely: "Given our relationship, Mr. Gu, you don't have to be polite."

He hummed softly, "Boss Ling is right. Given our relationship, there's really no need to be overly polite."

"With our relationship." The words rolled over his lips, as if they were given other meanings.

She narrowed her eyes, pretending not to hear the hidden meaning: "Then Mr. Gu, please sit over here and I'll help you dry your hair."

She went back to the bathroom and got the hair dryer.

Gu Zhou had already sat in the seat she designated, and at this moment, he was looking at her from a distance.

That look of quiet waiting actually revealed a strange... obedience.

There was a faint smile hidden in her eyes.

Plug in the power supply.

The humming sound of the hair dryer suddenly sounded in the quiet hall, breaking the silence.

Her fingertips shuttled through his hair, teasing, lifting, and then letting go.

His hair felt much softer than his mouth.

Just finished thinking this.

Then I heard him say slowly: "How do you know I'm helping you block the wine tonight?"

His lazy voice was wrapped in the sound of the wind, sometimes close, sometimes far away, with an unyielding inquiry.

She opened her mouth, her voice muffled by the sound of the hairdryer: "Does Mr. Gu think he's hidden his feelings well?"

Gu Zhou raised his eyebrows. He couldn't see her expression, but it only made him more curious: "What am I thinking?"

She didn't stop moving and deliberately changed the subject: "Mr. Gu, is this temperature okay?"

There was a hint of sadness in Gu Zhou's eyes.

"Not bad." He followed up: "What did you just say? What did I think?"

I heard her chuckle: "Don't you think Mr. Gu knows what he is thinking best?"

Her fingertips accidentally brushed against his earlobe, and a slight, electric-like numbness instantly spread.

Gu Zhou's eyes suddenly darkened.

He raised his hand and grabbed her hand that was fiddling with her hair.

Wang Yuanling's eyelashes raised immediately, and she met his sidelong gaze.

The wind is still howling.

Mixing up the escalating confrontation.

The noisy atmosphere evokes another kind of anticipatory and thrilling feeling.

She raised her lips lightly and said in a roundabout way: "It's just the intention of helping me block the wine. Mr. Gu, what else can I say?"

Gu Zhou's palms were very hot, and he held her wrist tightly.

The hair dryer was still buzzing in her other hand, the hot wind blowing the air in vain, but it could not blow away the suddenly solidified and aggressive breath in this small space.

He unconsciously rubbed her delicate skin with the tip of his thumb. The touch felt like a tiny electric current, causing Wang Yuanling's heart to tremble.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but he didn't move at all. Instead, he used her strength to lean back slightly, so that he could capture every subtle change on her face more clearly.

For example: blinking eyelashes slightly, obviously a little nervous.

He curled his lips at the fact that he could stir her emotions.

How could he have been so confused before?

Thinks she's not interested in him.

His eyes were as dark as a deep pool, and his voice was deep and clear with a barely perceptible hoarseness: "How can Mr. Ling be sure that my intention was just to help you block the wine?"

His sharp eyes that never blinked at people seemed to be so serious that he would not miss any lie.

Staring at her made her heart beat faster, her mouth dry, and she became nervous. She maintained a smile on her face and said, "I thought it was obvious."

"Obvious?" He chuckled softly, picking at the words.

The laughter was like a feather scratching the tip of my heart, with a playful and all-knowing tone.

Instead of letting go of her hand, he gently pressed his thumb on the place where her pulse was beating, clearly feeling the suddenly accelerated rhythm.

That moment.

Wang Yuanling had a false sense of being seen through.

Her smile froze for a moment, and she tried to pull her hand back.

Still failed.

Forced to meet his obscure and gloomy gaze: "Boss Ling is so smart, how could she not tell what kind of thoughts would make a man willingly block the wine for her, even if... hm?"

He hinted too bluntly.

He was just about to tell her the answer directly.

She remained silent, imitating his vagueness: "No matter how smart I am, I am not Mr. Gu's inner entourage. How can I guess Mr. Gu's precious thoughts?"

He raised his lip: "You won't even try to guess?"

She narrowed her eyes and said, "It's not that I don't want to, I'm just afraid of guessing wrong."

The whistling sound of the hair dryer stopped abruptly.

She put down her hand holding the hair dryer and wanted to escape: "Mr. Gu, your hair is dry, then you take a rest first, it's my turn to take a shower."

Gu Zhou didn't give her a chance to escape and held her wrist tighter.

The low, hoarse voice revealed a hint of Gu Ren's intention: "What if I guess wrong? I won't pursue it. So, Mr. Ling, do you want to guess?"

The air seemed to solidify into colloid, so sticky that it was suffocating.

The residual heat from the hair dryer seemed to still linger in the air, carrying the familiar scent of his shower gel, wrapping her tightly.

He was too close, so close that she could see the small shadow cast by his wet hair on his forehead, the undisguised flame of aggression dancing in the depths of his dark eyes, and even the slightly raised corners of his lips, the playful look that made him sure she would fall into a trap.

"...Then let me guess," she said, her pink lips parted slightly, her words clear and her voice almost provocatively calm, "Mr. Gu's 'obvious' thoughts are probably..."