Chapter 398 You Are Drunk
When she stood up and turned around to look.
His expression returned to its nonchalant and normal look.
Wang Yuanling held her clothes, smiled at him, and walked towards the laundry room.
"Wait." He suddenly said.
Wang Yuanling stopped and looked at him in surprise: "What's wrong, Mr. Gu?"
Gu Zhou's eyes fell on her wet waist-length curly hair and he pursed his lips: "Didn't you say that if you don't blow-dry your hair, you'll easily catch a cold?"
She said this when he came out of the shower with wet hair.
A thought flashed through her eyes, and she smiled gently: "It's okay with me. The important thing is that Mr. Gu doesn't catch a cold."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gu Zhou took a few steps closer.
The scent of shower gel on his body, which was exactly the same as hers, instantly invaded the air around Wang Yuanling.
His tall figure cast a small shadow in front of her, carrying an unquestionable sense of oppression.
Wang Yuanling swallowed lightly in her throat, raised her eyes boldly, and met his downcast, bottomless black eyes.
Wansheng: "What's wrong, Mr. Gu, am I wrong?"
Gu Zhou's gaze was as calm as the abyss. It did not move away at all because of her calm attitude. Instead, he locked his gaze on her face even more deeply.
In those dark eyes, there seemed to be a whirlpool silently swallowing up the surrounding light.
He didn't answer her question about "right or wrong," but took another small step forward.
The distance between the two of them was instantly shortened to the point where they could almost feel the heat radiating from each other's bodies.
Wang Yuanling's breathing subconsciously slowed down, but she still looked straight at him.
Gazing at her impeccable smile, Gu Zhou said in a deep voice, "So Ling always feels that my health is more important than your own."
Her eyebrows curved, and her tone was almost pious: "Of course, Mr. Gu's health is the most important."
The seriousness on that gentle face was like a stone thrown into a deep pool, causing ripples in his heart.
Gu Zhou's Adam's apple rolled heavily, his voice became hoarse, with a tension that was on the verge of losing control: "I do to you..."
"Bang." There was a sound of something falling in the house.
Like ice water being poured down, it instantly awakened the deep and exclusive gaze between the two.
Wang Yuanling's gaze quickly shifted away from his face, turning towards the room where the noise came from, and chuckled helplessly, "It must be Mantou who's been naughty and knocked something over. I'll go over and take a look."
She had just finished speaking.
Haven't had a chance to take a step yet.
The road ahead was blocked by Gu Zhou in one step.
His tall figure was like an impossible-to-ignore barrier, trapping her in the small space enveloped by his presence.
Her eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly, but her voice remained just the right amount of gentleness: "Mr. Gu?"
Gu Zhou's gaze was fixed heavily on her face, and the words that had been interrupted before seemed to condense again in his throat, carrying the weight of a desperate decision.
"I'm so smart about you..." He spoke again, his voice even hoarser than before, as if it had been polished by sandpaper, and every word was filled with scorching heat: "You're so smart, you should have seen through... my feelings a long time ago."
The emotions surging in his eyes were too complicated, there was a hidden desire, a restrained possessiveness, and a hint of... unquestionable seriousness.
There was a moment.
She could hardly tell.
Was the sudden throbbing in his chest due to the excitement of the prey about to be caught in the net, or was it due to the unnecessary and panic-inducing hesitation that should not have arisen?
She was forced to meet his deep and affectionate gaze without blinking.
Watching this man who used to be able to make things happen with a wave of his hand, he was now unable to control himself and was gradually becoming the prey in the web she had carefully woven.
"I like you."
His voice sank as he finally blurted out.
These four words.
His hot breath slammed heavily onto Wang Yuanling's heart, stirring up surging waves that almost broke through the embankment she had carefully built.
She clearly felt her fingertips tingling slightly, and the sound of blood rushing was roaring in her ears.
She suppressed her pounding heartbeat, regained her composure, and her voice was still so gentle and harmless: "Mr. Gu, you are drunk, you should go to bed early."
"Drunk?" Gu Zhou chuckled, but there was no joy in that laugh, only an invisible repression, misinterpreted anxiety and deeper stubbornness.
"You think I'm drunk and talking nonsense?"
She whispered as if to ease his anxiety, and also as if to build a final barrier for herself: "You drank a lot tonight."
Gu Zhou stared at her for a few seconds.
The thoughts surging in her dark eyes were forced to calm down before she was unwilling to force her principle.
The lines of his tightly pursed thin lips were straightened, and the surging emotions that were about to break out of the cage were forcibly suppressed by him, leaving only a bottomless dark color in his eyes.
The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he followed her words with a hint of self-deprecating fatigue: "Sorry, I think I really am... drunk."
Her voice was still soft, with just the right amount of concern: "So, Mr. Gu, please lie down and rest."
The corners of his lips twitched again.
No matter how you look at it, that arc carries a sense of reluctance and a hint of barely perceptible loneliness.
Pouring the detergent into the groove of the drum, Wang Yuanling pressed the start button neatly.
"Buzz—"
Listening to the sound of the washing machine, he quietly looked through the glass door at Gu Zhou who was lying on his back.
Her fingertips still felt the cool touch of laundry detergent, but the heart in her chest felt like it had been thrown into boiling water, scorching and uncontrollably hitting her ribs.
"I like you."
These four words, uttered by Gu Zhou's hoarse voice, were deeply imprinted in her ears, echoing for a long time and lingering.
She knows it better than anyone.
He is not drunk.
The heat and seriousness in those eyes cannot be deceived.
The plan should have reached its climax at this moment.
She agreed to it, and her painstakingly planned "seduction" was a success.
But she understood.
Things that are too easy to get always lose their novelty the fastest and are most likely to be discarded.
She wants it.
It's much more than a confession.
She wanted him to sink completely, to be unable to control himself, to be unable to extricate himself, to throw reason behind his mind, and to willingly and completely become a tool for her use.
This was a shortcut she had already set up.
But why...the huge waves stirred up in the lake of her heart, in addition to the cold excitement of the plan coming true, were also mixed with a strange, warm, and uneasy feeling that made her panic?
The uneasiness was like a vine, quietly entwining her precise calculations and bringing a hint of uncontrolled pain.
Finish washing the clothes.
After blow-drying wet hair.
She walked back into the hall.
His eyes habitually turned to the chandelier switch in the center of the ceiling.
When she lived alone, she used to keep the lights on all night to dispel the fear brought by the darkness.
But tonight, Gu Zhou is here.
I'm afraid this light can't be turned on.
Just open her room alone.
She just walked to the switch.
Gu Zhou, lying on her back on the soft blanket, did not open her eyes, but her low, hoarse voice seemed to have seen through her thoughts and rang out lazily:
"I don't mind. You don't need to turn off the lights."
She curled her fingertips slightly.
"Let's turn it off," she said softly, as if she was afraid of disturbing the tranquility of the night. "It's too bright, it affects my rest."
Gu Zhou's posture was still relaxed, with his eyes closed and only his lips moving: "Open the entrance." He gave a compromise solution.
The small warm yellow entrance light was dim and could only barely outline the doorway, failing to dispel most of the darkness in the living room.
She didn't move, her eyes fixed on the side of his face as he closed his eyes to rest, his outline a little blurry in the dim light.
"You're like this..." She paused, with just the right amount of hesitation in her voice: "Won't you be unable to sleep?"
Gu Zhou still didn't open his eyes, but his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his deep voice was particularly clear in the silence: "No."
The surrounding brightness is still perceived.
His eyelids fluttered slightly, and he reiterated lazily, "I sleep well."
It was like giving her a vaccination.
She hesitated, raised her hand to turn on the warm light in the entrance hall, and then turned off the bright incandescent lamp.
She walked back to the door of the room and said to Gu Zhou, who was lying on the ground in a leisurely posture, "Good night, Mr. Gu."
"Good night." He maintained his original posture, his voice lazy.
When you hear the door closing gently.
He suddenly raised his dark eyes, and there was clarity in them.
I looked up at the still bright gap under the door.
Waited for a long time.
The light in the gap is still on.
His dark eyes gradually darkened, and a vague feeling of heartache was revealed.
Dr. Zhou’s judgment at that time echoed in my mind.
So, what on earth had she been through that made her so afraid of the dark that she needed bright light to fall asleep?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
