“You…” She looked at Gu Yanhao with wide, surprised eyes. He had been by her side the entire time, holding her hand?
“Do you want water?” Gu Yanhao released her hand, his low voice sounded a little gruff. He sighed. He really doesn’t know how to take care of people. Now that he needed to take care of a woman for the first time in his life, he was feeling on clumsy and awkward.
“Yes.” She sat up because she wanted to get a drink of water. Coughing had made her throat uncomfortable.
“I’ll pour it for you.” Gu Yanhao looked at her, still exuding a domineering aura. “Be good and stay in bed, don’t move!”
“Oh…” Song Wuyou was unusually obedient.
Gu Yanhao stood up, satisfied, and went to pour her a glass of water. Song Wuyou watched him go, feeling lost and confused. Is this a dream? Gu Yanhao was taking care of her? Even pouring water for her with his own hands?
“Where’s Xu Jing?” she asked.
“In our villa.”
Returning with a glass of water, he looked at her and said, “This is the closest hospital to the ranch. I didn’t inform Grandfather that you’ve been injured.”
“Oh…” It was a battle for Song Wuyou to sit up properly.
“Didn’t I tell you not to move!” Gu Yanhao increased his pace when he saw her trying to sit up. One hand placed the glass down while the other pressed her body down as he glared at her sternly.
“I only wanted to drink water.”
“Use a straw!”
“I’m hurting all over.” Song Wuyou complained with a tiny frown on her brows.
“How could it not hurt?! Even Mu Gu’s sculpture was destroyed by you.” Gu Yanhao snapped.
“......” Song Wuyou blinked her eyes. Not her bones were broken instead? Was she that heavy?
Gu Yanhao stuck a straw into the glass and held it next to her mouth: “Drink.”
Song Wuyou lifted her hand, wanting to take the glass, but Gu Yanhao’s hand moved away, avoiding hers. Song Wuyou raised her eyes to look at him. How was she supposed to drink if he didn’t allow her to hold the glass?
Gu Yanhao eyed her with an overbearing look: “I hold, you drink.”
A tone that allowed no refusal. Song Wuyou’s heart lurched, “You want to feed me?”
The edges of Gu Yanhao’s ear turned red slightly and shot her a look, “Can’t I?”
Song Wuyou laughed weakly, “Young Master Gu, have you fallen for me?” But why did her heart feel so heavy instead?
“Weren’t you thirsty? Why are you talking so much nonsense?” A fleeting trace of embarrassment flickered across Gu Yanhao smoldering eyes.
“You’re slapping your own face.” Song Wuyou looked at him as another weak smile emerged on her face.
Gu Yanhao remained still, “Slapping who’s face?”
“Your own face.”
“.......” Damn woman! “Drink quickly!”
Song Wuyou didn’t put on any pretense because she was truly thirsty. Sucking on the straw, she drank slowly, sip by sip. Her eyes floated towards Gu Yanhao and then shifted away just as naturally. Gu Yanhao watched her steadily, locking onto her small face.
“Song Wuyou, do I need to ask for you to tell me the truth?”
Song Wuyou’s lashes fluttered as she looked up full of confusion, “What’s the matter?”
“Who’s Dongfang Xuan?”
Hearing that name from his mouth, Song Wuyou’s heart sank. And she choked on the water she was swallowing.
“Cough, cough.... Cough cough…” A~~a~, her throat hurts! Feels like her tonsils are about to fall off.
Gu Yanhao straightened his posture, standing straight as a javelin, his cold eyes scrutinizing her.
When her coughs subsided, he continued, “Since you’ve stopped, then tell me: Who is Dongfang Xuan?”
Song Wuyou bent her head down, her eyebrows were locked together tightly. How did he know? Did she talk in her sleep? Song Wuyou couldn’t remember if she said something she shouldn’t have in front of him before she fainted.
“Online friend…” An idea flashed in her mind. When she looked up again, her eyes were bright and clear, totally unlike she was telling a lie.
Dongfang Xuan was him in that world. That world… Song Jiumei mistook it as an online world, she might as well let Gu Yanhao reach the same conclusion.
“Online friend?” The corner of Gu Yanhao’s lips arched into a cold sneer. Does she take him for a fool?