Xu Zhaozhao rarely plays the good guy.
Comforting the crying Gu Qingyan is definitely one of the best she's ever done in her charitable career.
She touched his ears, face, and hair, and increasingly felt like she was comforting a dog.
Surprisingly, the first thing this "obedient" dog said to her after recovering was—
"Baby, you're so amazing. You made me cry."
*Smack*
Xu Zhaozhao slapped him on the side of the neck, her beautiful almond-shaped eyes wide open in the darkness.
I heard him let out a muffled groan.
She slapped him hard; even without seeing it, she knew the skin on his neck must be red.
Although it was an unconscious action on her part, she still felt he deserved it.
At this point, we have no choice but to bring up the labels that Xu Zhaozhao had given this person before.
A serious-looking slut!
He took Xu Zhaozhao's hand that had hit him, kissed it, and rubbed it. "Does it hurt?"
Logically speaking, this should have been a very warm and romantic scene.
If it weren't for his gradually rising body temperature.
Her brain sensed the danger before she did and commanded her to pull her little hand back.
Staring at Gu Qingyan, she punched him with her fist, "Are you ever going to stop?"
"I've even thought of trending topics for you."
"Actor Gu spent the night with his secretly married wife, who then mysteriously died in his bed in the middle of the night!"
Xu Zhaozhao got so excited talking about herself.
Who says only ordinary people love gossip? Celebrities love it too!
Gu Qingyan could tell from her expression what she was thinking about that was absolutely outrageous.
Helplessly, he picked her up, all the words in his heart condensing into three tender words: "I won't do anything to you."
Xu Zhaozhao lay down peacefully.
Gu Xiaogou wouldn't lie to her.
He dutifully helped her wash up.
Xu Zhaozhao was already drowsy and could only stand up with the help of Gu Qingyan.
Like an obedient puppet, she did whatever Gu Qingyan said.
I don't know how long it took before she was put back on the bed—not the master bedroom bed, of course.
I didn't care whether I was used to the bed or not. I felt like I had been disassembled and reassembled. When I touched a soft pillow, I just wanted to sleep soundly until the end of time.
In her hazy state, she sensed that Gu Qingyan had been lying down beside her for some time.
Her body instinctively moved closer to him, nestling tightly in his arms, and she slept much more peacefully than before.
The next day, Xu Zhaozhao was woken up by the light shining in through the window. She tried for a while but still couldn't get herself out of bed.
The classic descriptions from the novel came to mind.
It felt like I'd been run over by a truck; every bone in my body was shattered.
That makes some sense, but not much.
If Xu Zhaozhao were to describe this feeling, it would be like...
When you were being subjected to the punishment of being torn apart by five horses, the execution was stopped halfway through so that you could rest.
It should be described as feeling like being torn apart by five horses.
Unlike corpses, corpses no longer need to work.
But it seems she's filming today, right?
Xu Zhaozhao's memories returned, and she was shocked to realize how crazy everything she had done yesterday had been.
Her phone was on the bedside table next to her; it must have been placed there by Gu Qingyan.
He quickly reached out and grabbed it, glancing at the time on it.
9:30.
Upon seeing the notification center, Xu Zhaozhao quickly unlocked her phone and opened Yan Jie's chat window.
The message at the top was sent at six o'clock.
Yan Jie: Oh~ my little baby, time to get up and get to work!
Sister Yan: [Office worker Li Yan, waking you up online.jpg]
Xu Zhaozhao oS: Sister Yan, you're quite humorous, but don't be so humorous right now.
Looking at it, the notification center also showed several missed calls, all from Sister Yan.
Gu Qingyan must have muted her phone yesterday—Xu Zhaozhao knew her own nature; she usually wouldn't completely mute herself.
I scrolled down again.
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Yan Jie: Hehe, no need to go to work now~
Yan Jie: What's the reason this time? Oh, the big-name actor's schedule clashed.
Sister Yan: [Li Yan can't smile.jpg]
Xu Zhaozhao watched as she used her own photo to make memes, and it was really hard to hold back her laughter in bed.
It's obvious even to a fool that Gu Qingyan knew she couldn't get up.
She was completely relieved—in fact, she had never worried that Gu Qingyan would not let her get scolded, nor would he be a stumbling block on her career path.
The right person will stand by your future; that's what Gu Xiaogou is all about.
Xu Zhaozhao replied to Yan Jie's message with a smile.
Hush: Who is Li Yan? Is she really that popular lately? [Question]
Yan Jie: Don't ask, the answer is that my artist made meme images of me behind my back and posted them in the company group.
Sister Yan: [Li Yan can't smile.jpg]
Since the rumors have already spread, she might as well just play with her own memes.
Shh: I'm really sorry for today... I'll apologize for tomorrow too, I don't know if we can film tomorrow.
Shh: Private Marseille, agent-chan~
After sending the message, Xu Zhaozhao didn't dare to look at her phone anymore.
After lying in bed for a while, and waiting until my limbs regained some strength, I sat up by supporting myself on the edge of the bed.
After sitting for a while, she slipped on her slippers and moved into the bathroom.
This is the guest bedroom. The master bedroom is such a mess that it doesn't look like a place to rest—at least Gu Qingyan, with his obsessive-compulsive disorder, wouldn't be able to stand it.
There was also a large floor-to-ceiling mirror in the guest room, and Xu Zhaozhao saw herself as soon as she walked in.
I froze, unable to move my feet.
Her eyes were swollen from crying, and there were still some bloodshot streaks.
She was wearing Gu Qingyan's shirt, which barely covered her vital parts, and the exposed skin was not something to behold.
Green and purple, crisscrossing.
Her skin was also fair, but the marks didn't fade as quickly as Gu Qingyan's.
Pinching marks, bite marks... all over my neck, collarbone, and thighs.
oh.
There are still some bruises on my knees.
Xu Zhaozhao could tell from the marks when and how they were made.
She covered her face, not daring to look at herself in the mirror, but her ears turned red against her will.
She didn't drink any alcohol yesterday; she was sober the whole time.
I'm so embarrassed just thinking about it.
"Zhaozhao?"
"Baby?"
"Wife?"
It wasn't until Gu Qingyan called out the third title that Xu Zhaozhao vaguely heard someone calling her.
She quietly moved her palm down a little, spread her two fingers apart, and saw Gu Qingyan through the gap between them.
If only time could turn back.
Then she definitely wouldn't spread her two fingers apart.
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