Xiaotian lay in bed waiting for Li Fugui, well aware that once she left with Guo Feng, she might never be able to co back—she would have to leave the young master forever.
She couldn’t be a burden to the young master; she could only depart. Perhaps by following Guo Feng she would still have the opportunity to help the young master.
The thought of having to leave the young master, possibly never to be together with him again in this lifeti, caused her heart imnse pain. So painful that she couldn’t stop crying during her bath earlier. She had decided: she wanted to give her very best, her everything, to the young master.
Lying in bed, she turned her back to the young master, not daring to look at him. After waiting for a while, she saw no movent from the young master, nor heard his voice.
Could it be that the young master despised her now? Could her behavior have led him to think she was not a good woman?
Even if that was the case, she was resigned to it. She sat up and slowly began to unbuckle her clothing and take it off, leaving herself wearing only her undergarnt, "Fugui, is this okay?"
Li Fugui still hadn’t recovered from Xiaotian’s earlier words when he saw her undressing. He had only suspected, but now, seeing Xiaotian like this, he fully understood what she was attempting to do!
"Xiaotian, you’re not this kind of person!"
His expression was grave, and he was disappointed; his Xiaotian had never been like this, although he longed for her greatly.
Hearing these words, Xiaotian felt an extre sense of grievance. The young master must be disappointed in her, he must look down on her. At this thought, her tears uncontrollably began to fall, pitter-patter.
Li Fugui, seeing this, was filled with heartache. He wished his Xiaotian would always smile, never cry.
He stepped forward, covering her with the clothing again, kissing away her tears, "Xiaotian, I cherish you greatly. Let’s save the wedding chamber for when we marry, shall we?"
But Xiaotian did not reply; she only cried harder, as if they had to consummate their relationship today no matter what.
This made Li Fugui suddenly recall the issue he had been worried about and trying to conceal.
The young master who took Xiaotian away must have bullied her, or else Xiaotian wouldn’t be acting so out of character today.
Li Fugui’s heart ached terribly—it was all his fault. If it had not been for his being frad, Xiaotian wouldn’t have...
Could it be that Xiaotian, fearing he would reject her after learning the truth, was acting this way?
What should he do now?
He felt that doing such a thing to Xiaotian at this ti was tantamount to bullying her. His Xiaotian should not have to suffer such treatnt again.
As he was struggling with the thought, he felt Xiaotian’s embrace from the front, her body pressing tightly against his chest.
His heart felt like it was about to leap out of his throat, his arms suspended in mid-air, uncertain what to do.
Should he push her away or accept the embrace? He felt that whatever choice he made, it would be the greatest insult to Xiaotian.
Seeing the young master motionless, Xiaotian lifted her head from his chest, began to unbuckle his clothing bit by bit, and said ekly, "Fugui, let tend to you."
Li Fugui felt an aching tenderness for such a Xiaotian, making it impossible for him to refuse. Whether she had been bullied or not, he would marry her; she was the kindest woman to him in this world and his favorite.
He did not stop Xiaotian from undressing him and instead leaned down, kissing Xiaotian’s face bit by bit, as one would treat a precious treasure.
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