"Don't worry, it's all healed. It's been half a year, look." With that, Luo Xiaoyi stood up and showed him the wound on her right arm. Sure enough, only a faint white scar remained. There were no obvious marks on her wrist, just a thin white line that was hard to see unless you looked closely.
"Oh, it really healed. Have I been lying here for half a year?" Ou Zihan stared in astonishment, finding it unbelievable. He thought he had only slept for a few days at most, how could it have been so long? For so long, how did Xiaoyi endure being with a living dead man like him every day? He suddenly felt extremely distressed.
"Xiaoyi, you've worked so hard. Thank you for always being by my side." Ou Zihan's voice was choked with emotion, and his eyes were hot. He was probably the happiest man in the world, to have a beloved woman who stayed by his side through thick and thin, sharing his joys and sorrows. This must be a blessing he earned in his past life.
"If anyone should be thanking someone, it should be me thanking you. It's not me who's by your side, it's you who's by my side, giving me the strength to live..." Luo Xiaoyi's throat also choked with pain.
"Baby, come here, let me give you a good hug. We'll never be apart again." Ou Zihan's voice was as warm as spring. Luo Xiaoyi, like a docile kitten, gently snuggled into his warm and strong embrace and hugged him tightly.
Ou Zihan's long arms held her tightly, the petite woman's soft body pressed against him. He held this woman, the one he would love with his life. It was perhaps the happiest embrace in the world. Under the beautiful night sky, even the sun, moon, and stars seemed to envy their happiness—so romantic, so tender, so intimate, so beautiful…
"Baby, go to sleep. You haven't slept in my arms for so long," said Ou Zihan in a soft, gentle voice.
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"Mmm." Yes, how long had it been since she felt his warm embrace? How long had it been since she felt so safe? She closed her eyes happily. This was the best and most peaceful night's sleep she had had in the past six months.
In the early morning, Ou Zihan opened his eyes. The little woman was sleeping peacefully in his arms, like a cute little kitten, curled up tightly against his chest. He felt that at this moment, he should be the happiest man in the world. A charming smile appeared on his lips, a smile full of happiness and sweetness.
He looked up and glanced at the walls around him, and he was stunned. It had been too dark last night for him to see, but the walls of the room were covered with his portraits, in various expressions: smiling, happy, melancholy, angry, cold...
Needless to say, these were all the masterpieces of his little woman. To be honest, the painting skills weren't very good, but they deeply moved him. It turned out that his every smile and frown had long been imprinted on his little woman's heart. At this moment, his heart felt as if it were bathed in sunshine, so warm, so very warm...
He was so touched that his eyes welled up with tears.
He gazed quietly at the young woman's face—fair, delicate, and pure, with thick, long eyelashes and exquisitely proportioned features. Her slightly parted, sensual pink lips exhaled a fragrant breath. Wasn't she a rare beauty? A whole host of men were probably going to be in trouble.
He was fortunate to have this woman; he had no regrets in this life…
Luo Xiaoyi opened her eyes and saw the familiar, magnified face of a handsome man, his deep, dark eyes fixed on her, which startled her.
"Hey, Ou Zihan, it's so early in the morning, why are you staring at me like that? Are you trying to scare me to death?" Luo Xiaoyi said coquettishly, but her face was full of a happy smile.
"Woman, you drew me so ugly! How come such a handsome man like me looks like a clown in your drawing? Tsk tsk tsk, you're such a stupid woman. Sigh, how could I, Ou Zihan, fall for such a stupid woman?" As he spoke, Ou Zihan gently stroked her nose with his long fingers.
He sat up, leaning against the soft, comfortable leather headboard, a mocking expression on his face. Inside, he was already moved to tears, yet he still enjoyed teasing her.
Luo Xiaoyi's happy smile froze instantly. She was furious. This was her masterpiece, the result of her hard work over many days. She had painted it with so much longing and tears. She thought that this man would be so moved when he saw it, at the very least he would be moved to tears and hug her tightly while saying a lot of sweet words.
And what happened? This man just ridiculed and mocked her like that?
Is there any justice in this world?
Is this man a demon king sent from the demon realm specifically to torment her, a little white rabbit with a fragile heart?
Actually, her drawing skills were never very good; she was a complete amateur. But did this man have to be so blunt?
How could she possibly bear this?
"Hmph, if you think my drawing is ugly, then don't look at it." Before she finished speaking, Luo Xiaoyi jumped out of bed, walked to the wall, and peeled off a painting. With her displeasure, she used a bit more force, and the painting tore with a 'ripping' sound. Her hand stopped abruptly. These were her hard work; she only wanted to take them down and keep them for herself. She didn't mean to tear them.
"Hey, you amateur painter, I haven't even finished speaking yet! Why are you so angry? Even though you painted me ugly, I still like it. Why did you damage my portrait? Hurry up and glue it back on. I need Mo Nan to frame all these paintings and move them to our bedroom."
When Ou Zihan heard the sound of him tearing the painting, her heart skipped a beat. This little woman is so easily teased! She even dared to tear the painting? Hmph, this little woman's temper is getting worse and worse. She'll have to teach her a lesson in the future.
Otherwise, if this little woman gets angry, she'll probably throw him into the Pacific Ocean.
Luo Xiaoyi hadn't expected him to cherish these paintings so much. A warmth suddenly filled her heart; this guy was a typical hypocrite.
She was heartbroken over her own masterpiece, even if it couldn't really be called a masterpiece; it was barely passable. She wanted to glue her drawing back together herself, but why should she obey him? Whatever he told her to do, was she supposed to do it? Would she even survive if she did that? Wouldn't this man torment her to death?
She had to teach this man a lesson for his arrogance.
"Who told you to say my drawing was ugly? As punishment for your reckless words, you can stick it back on yourself." Luo Xiaoyi said, carefully taking the painting down from the wall and placing the painting and double-sided tape in front of Ou Zihan.
"Okay, baby, I'll stick it on." Ou Zihan said obediently. He raised his arm, let out a muffled 'uh', covered his chest, and showed a pained expression on his face.
Luo Xiaoyi immediately tensed up and grabbed his arm. "Zihan, how are you? Where does it hurt? I'll go call the doctor."
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