Chapter 55 Bedtime Story
The day passed quickly, and just when Gu Qingyue was glad that she didn't have to take medicine tonight, Shang Yuze came to her with a bowl of medicine.
The moment Gu Qingyue smelled the scent, her face wrinkled up and she asked in confusion, "Why do you bring medicine with you when you come to Grandpa's house?!"
Shang Yuze raised his eyebrows: "I had it delivered specially."
Gu Qingyue curled the corner of her lip: "You are so thoughtful."
After drinking the medicine, the two returned to the bedroom. Shang Yuze opened the cloakroom, and the space inside was divided into two parts, one for each of their clothes.
Gu Qingyue's clothes were all prepared for her by Shang Yuze, and they were all new styles of the season.
Shang Yuze gave her pajamas and a change of clothes: "Go take a shower first."
When Gu Qingyue took the clothes, she saw the bracelet and worried: "What if I accidentally bump the bracelet while taking a shower?"
"I'll buy you a new one." Shang Yuze's tone was very casual, as if he was not talking about a bracelet worth hundreds of millions but some worthless gadget.
Gu Qingyue sighed: "Shang Yuze, you are really rich and powerful."
Shang Yuze bent his fingers and tapped her head with his knuckles: "The last thing our family lacks is money. Go take a shower."
Gu Qingyue obediently took her clothes and went to the bathroom. When she came out, Shang Yuze had already finished taking a shower in another room.
He was wearing the same pajamas as her, with two buttons casually undone, revealing his well-defined neck. The outline of his collarbone was strong and three-dimensional, revealing a wild beauty.
Gu Qingyue stared at his collarbone in a trance, and her mind couldn't help but think of the scene where she bit Shang Yuze's collarbone.
Ahhhh!
So shameful!
When did she become so perverted?!
Shang Yuze held the hair dryer in his hand and chuckled, "Come here, let me blow dry your hair."
Gu Qingyue walked over slowly and sat on the sofa.
Shang Yuze first handed her a glass of warm water, and then turned on the hair dryer.
The hair dryer made a "buzzing" sound, and the warm air blew out lifted her hair. The warm wind made Gu Qingyue feel very comfortable. She held the water cup and lazily nestled in the sofa, enjoying the man's attentive service.
This inexplicably reminded her of the scene in an idol drama where the male lead blowdries the female lead's hair.
Shang Yuze's fingers shuttled through her hair, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
After making sure that Gu Qingyue's hair was dry, Shang Yuze turned off the hair dryer and combed her hair with a comb.
Gu Qingyue's heart trembled slightly. She became independent at an early age. When she was three or four years old, she could get up, dress herself, and comb her hair by herself. Now she was taken care of in such detail, and she was a little uncomfortable.
After combing her hair, Shang Yuze pulled her towards the bed and said, "Let's go to sleep."
Gu Qingyue sat on the bed: "But I'm not sleepy yet."
It's not even eleven o'clock yet, why is she going to bed so early? Usually, she doesn't go to bed until twelve o'clock during holidays.
Shang Yuze looked at her seriously: "Have you forgotten what Grandpa Liang said?"
The room soon fell into darkness.
Gu Qingyue lay on her side on the edge of the bed, completely awake.
They agreed to take half a year to adapt to each other, but in less than two months, she and Shang Yuze had slept in the same bed three times.
Although it's still a little awkward, it's much better than last time.
She has a strong ability to adapt.
She had been lying in one position for too long and her arms were numb from being pressed. Afraid of disturbing the people around her, she moved gently and turned over carefully.
But as soon as she moved, a voice sounded in the darkness.
"Can't sleep?"
In such a quiet space, someone suddenly spoke, which really scared Gu Qingyue. She was lying on the edge of the bed, and was frightened so much that her body fell back suddenly.
Just as she was about to fall off the bed, a long, strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back into place.
In the darkness, people's sense of indifference is constantly magnified.
The two bodies were pressed together, their body temperatures were exchanged, and their breathing was entangled.
This posture lasted for more than ten seconds. Gu Qingyue pushed Shang Yuze's shoulder with a red face and recalled the question he had just asked in her mind.
He hesitated and replied, "A little bit."
"Let me read you a bedtime story." Shang Yuze's voice was charming and pleasant to the ears.
Perhaps because the man's voice was too alluring, Gu Qingyue spoke faster than her brain: "Okay."
Shang Yuze turned on the bedside lamp on his side and went to the study next door. When he came back, he had an extra book in his hand.
In the gentle light, Gu Qingyue saw the title of the book clearly. She burst out laughing: "The Little Prince, Shang Yuze, are you serious? I'm not a three-year-old child."
Shang Yuze leaned against the headboard, the quilt covering his legs: "The Little Prince is not just a children's book, it is a fairy tale written for adults."
Gu Qingyue leaned sideways, looking at him with a slight frown: "Do you usually read this book?"
She really couldn't imagine that Mr. Shang, who was aloof and aloof outside, would read a copy of "The Little Prince" at home.
It doesn't seem to fit his temperament.
Shang Yuze's fingers gently flipped open the book. The man's cold eyes and eyebrows were tinged with warmth by the light: "My mother bought it for me when I was a child."
Gu Qingyue closed her mouth and said nothing more, for fear of bringing up Shang Yuze's sad memories.
Shang Yuze tilted his head, his obsidian eyes looking at her: "Lie down and listen to the story obediently."
His voice was gentle, like coaxing a child.
Gu Qingyue's heart was touched. She covered herself with the quilt, leaving only her head exposed. At this moment, she was blinking her big eyes, looking at Shang Yuze with anticipation.
No one has ever read her a bedtime story since she was a child.
The little girl's big eyes blinked, and she looked like a good baby waiting to hear a story. Shang Yuze rubbed her head and began to read a bedtime story to her.
The man's voice was pleasant, neither fast nor slow, and he had a very good grasp of speaking speed and rhythm, not inferior to a professional host at all.
"You are beautiful, but you are empty. No one can die for you. Of course, my rose may look the same as you in the eyes of a passerby, but to me, just one of her is more important than all of you."
When Gu Qingyue heard this, she thought of a sentence she had seen on the Internet.
Maybe there are five thousand flowers exactly like you in the world, but you are my one and only rose.
She looked at Shang Yuze. The man lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes were clearly visible in the light.
At this moment, her heart was beating faster than ever before.
She thought that she must like Shang Yuze.
Shang Yuze turned to the next page: "It is the time you spend on your rose that makes her so important."
Gu Qingyue yawned, her eyelids began to twitch, and she fell asleep without knowing when.
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