Chenxing suddenly beca flustered, her hands cupping his face, as she pulled away, "Shaocheng, why are you crying?"
"No, the wind got in my eyes."
"Where is the wind?"
He didn’t know how to respond, blaming her multitude of questions, and so he tried hard to conceal it, concealing it with a fierce kiss when he couldn’t.
He wanted to cherish every minute, every second, while he could still hold her, still kiss her so passionately, but what about three or five years from now? By then, with all his organs barely functional except for his brain, he would consider the desire to hold her and kiss her as nothing short of a luxury.
Chenxing, my good girl, if one day I can’t hold you, kiss you like this, what else can I use to make you perceive my love for you?
Only now do I realize, I am a very cowardly person!
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After a long while, Gu Shaocheng clearly heard his frantic heartbeat gradually calming down.
It was her body scent, soothing his despairing heart.
The raging resentnt in his heart had, for the ti being, been suppressed.
Gu Shaocheng slowly withdrew from her mouth, gently stroked her glossy and soft hair and quietly looked at her.
After a whole minute, Chenxing started to feel sowhat uneasy.
Only then did he shift his gaze away.
"Have you gathered yourself?"
Gu Shaocheng had already concealed his real emotions so thoroughly that one wouldn’t notice a trace, as if he had not just gone through emotional tornt and despair. Gu Shaocheng’s unique masculine scent, mingled with a hint of softness, gently approached her.
Chenxing pursed her lips, no longer sensing the "weakness" from him.
"Shaocheng, are you okay?"
"What could be wrong with ?"
The elegant and tall man calmly smiled at her, his voice deep and llow, revealing no hint of his true emotions.
She tilted her chin up in confusion: "Then what was that just now?"
"Just wanted to kiss you, couldn’t you tell?" He feigned nonchalance, confusing Chenxing for a mont. Could it have been that simple, that he just wanted to kiss her?
Was it all just her imagination?
"Did anything really happen? Shaocheng, don’t hide anything from ," Her small hands clutched his, and she exclaid in surprise, "What happened to your hand?"
Gu Shaocheng quickly pulled back his hand: "It’s nothing!"
Chenxing shouted back: "How is this nothing, it’s all bloodied!"
"It’s really nothing, let’s go now that we’re ready."
Chenxing wouldn’t have it, he put his hand in his pockets, she summoned all her strength to pull his hand out, resolutely and unyieldingly, displaying an air of finality that he usually had. Gu Shaocheng surrendered reluctantly, held out his hand and made up an excuse: "Soone under acted rashly, I got angry and couldn’t hold back, and hurt myself. Don’t make a fuss."
Chenxing’s eyes turned red, she quickly grabbed the first aid kit.
With a command and a gesture, she ordered Gu Shaocheng to sit in the chair. She bent over to carefully clean his wound, chiding him as she worked, "If soone does sothing wrong, just scold them, why hurt your own hand?"
He didn’t know how to explain, sitting upright in silence, weaving one lie to cover another: "It is because my nails were too long."
"Then let cut your nails for you!"
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