Her fingers trembled slightly as she considered deleting the comment under Gu Qingyan's Weibo post.
As a result, my trembling hand accidentally refreshed the page...
Goodness, her three-word comment, along with her gold badge, disappeared into the sea of comments.
I can't find the comment I just posted.
When I saw my comment again, it had already been pushed to the top of the trending topics under Gu Qingyan's Weibo post.
very good.
This generation of netizens is quick; it's too late for her to delete it now.
She could only click into her own comment with utter despair, looking at the replies below.
Does Gu Qingyan have a younger sister? How come I didn't know? [Scratching head]
[Sister Zhao, please don't yell at me! Did your boyfriend Gu Qingyan upset you? [Evil grin]]
【Seriously, who are you, lady? Does it give you the right to criticize me just for posting something on Weibo? [Speechless]】
[That tone, those words, that arrogant attitude... If there's nothing between her and Gu Qingyan, I'll twist my head off and let everyone kick it around like a football!!]
...
Most importantly, Gu Qingyan replied to her.
Gu Qingyan replied to Xu Zhaozhao: I don't have a younger sister.
Xu Zhaozhao couldn't manage a smile.
Fun fact: Nobody cares if you have a sister!
But she also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, as Gu Qingyan hadn't said anything he shouldn't have.
The comments section was filled with various speculations about her and Gu Qingyan.
Feeling somewhat agitated, she simply logged out of Weibo and placed her phone face down on the sofa.
She knew that Gu Qingyan was waiting for her to agree to the official announcement—his reposting of the Weibo post was a clear indication of that.
For a moment, Xu Zhaozhao thought she might as well just make it official, since Gu Qingyan would be the one losing a lot of fans anyway.
If he doesn't care, why should I care so much?
But I still can't get over that hurdle in my heart.
Although she currently enjoys the second-highest popularity after Gu Qingyan, what works and honors does she have to show for herself?
If it's officially announced, no matter how high she rises in the future, people will only say things like "Gu Qingyan's wife got this and that" or "She's nothing without Gu Qingyan."
The last thing Xu Zhaozhao wants to see is her efforts being overshadowed by unspoken rules and prejudices.
When will she finally receive recognition? Will Gu Qingyan really be able to wait until then?
Xu Zhaozhao grabbed a nearby cushion in frustration and covered her face with it, seemingly trying to alleviate some of her depression by feeling suffocated.
Xu Zhaozhao didn't even notice the engine noise coming from the yard.
It wasn't until she noticed a slight dent in the side of her sofa that Xu Zhaozhao suddenly came to her senses.
She sat up with a swift movement, her almond-shaped eyes wide with surprise as she looked at Gu Qingyan, who had suddenly appeared beside her.
He was carrying a hospital bag in one hand, and with his other free hand, he snatched the pillow she was holding and placed it aside.
He looked up at her. "What are you thinking about? You almost suffocated yourself?"
Xu Zhaozhao: "Huh?"
She's not that stupid, is she?
I wouldn't die of suffocation, but I did break out in a sweat while holding my breath.
Unfortunately, she was wearing long sleeves and pants today.
She was already mentally prepared for these things and didn't exaggerate to the point of being unable to walk.
Of course, Gu Qingyan's leniency was also partly the reason.
But it's all Gu Qingyan's fault!
He really wanted to read her mind; with just one glance from Xu Zhaozhao, he seemed to understand everything she was thinking.
After sulking for a while, Xu Zhaozhao rolled up her sleeves to cool off. There weren't many marks on her arms, but there were some.
Xu Zhaozhao looked at the marks, some deep and some shallow, and sighed, "Gu Qingyan, can I really go to filming tomorrow?"
Will her body really be able to remove all these marks by tomorrow morning?
"able."
Xu Zhaozhao's self-doubt hadn't even begun when Gu Qingyan's firm words interrupted her.
Gu Qingyan moved closer to her and handed her the bag he was holding. Xu Zhaozhao looked up and saw the ointment inside.
"The special medicine I got from the hospital."
He patted Xu Zhaozhao's head like he would a small animal, "Go change into a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, I'll put some medicine on you."
Putting aside whether this special medicine works or not, Xu Zhaozhao really wants to change into short sleeves and shorts right now.
Since her son was asleep, Xu Zhaozhao wasn't worried about being exposed.
After entering the dressing room, Xu Zhaozhao didn't change out of her short-sleeved shirt and shorts, but instead changed into a comfortable nightgown, a short skirt.
She sat on the edge of the bed, barefoot, her feet on the carpet.
Pure white with some lace trim, it made her skin appear even whiter and smoother—if it weren't for those interlaced marks.
Click.
When Gu Qingyan, who had unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up halfway, walked into the room with the ointment in his hand.
Faint red marks could still be seen on his wrist, and Xu Zhaozhao marveled at the man's recovery ability.
It's only been a few days, and the scabs have all fallen off.
My thoughts paused for a moment.
If Gu Qingyan's recovery ability were any worse, he might not be alive now.
He knelt down on one knee in front of Xu Zhaozhao, his black trousers close to her fair and slender legs.
The contrast between black and white was striking, and Xu Zhaozhao's belated sense of shame welled up.
She instinctively tried to pull her foot to the side, but he sensed her intention and firmly grasped her slender ankle.
He had a habit of exercising, and the veins on the back of his hands were so prominent they looked almost sinister, as if a gentle twist could break her ankle.
It is a concrete manifestation of the difference in strength.
When she felt the warmth of his palm, Xu Zhaozhao withdrew her strength and stopped moving.
The most noticeable bruises are on Xu Zhaozhao's knees and ankles.
But after Gu Qingyan grabbed Xu Zhaozhao's ankle, he became like a puppet, unable to move.
He lowered his head, and Xu Zhaozhao couldn't see his expression.
He lifted his foot and shook it, waking the person who was in a daze. He suddenly tightened his grip on her ankle, causing Xu Zhaozhao to stop.
His hoarse voice came through, "Don't move, I'm applying medicine for you."
Xu Zhaozhao had heard this voice countless times last night, so she knew exactly when Gu Qingyan would switch his voice like that.
My whole body froze.
Gu Qingyan is a beast! A bastard! A monster!
Xu Zhaozhao used every single curse word she had ever learned to curse Gu Qingyan in her heart.
"You're good,"
Gu Qingyan seemed to sense her emotional fluctuation and chuckled softly, "I'll be good too."
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