They were just so subtle movents that Gu Shaocheng noticed, but chose to ignore. He paused to rest and regain his breath, and her once slow-closing eyes sprang open in an instant.
At that mont, her entire body radiated tension. Her arms, which had been wound tightly around him, held on even tighter. Such actions reflected her fear of being let go, a reflection of her lack of a sense of security.
A pang of pain surged in Gu Shaocheng’s heart. He didn’t know what to do.
"Let go, I can’t breathe."
The lady in his arms protested, clinging tighter and staying silent, burying her head deeply into his chest.
Such dependence was unprecedented.
Despite her disobedience and direct conflict with him, Gu Shaocheng incredibly welcod it. A tide of comfort overwheld his troubled, cold heart.
Having not seen her for rely a few days, she had lost so much weight. He wondered how she took care of herself!
Despite having sent people to watch over her, he forbade updates, dared not hear about her, frightened that if she wasn’t doing well, his resolve would waver.
A ridiculous thought flashed through his mind.
Wasn’t his current state of holding her representative of his weakened resolve?
Gu Shaocheng, you’re utterly useless, he thought. He took a few more deep breaths. The man, after sufficient rest, continued the strenuous uphill climb.
Chenxing let out a quiet sigh of relief. She leaned awkwardly against him, a sweetness sweeping across her heart. She knew that Shaocheng would never disregard her.
Although mad at her, he, like always, rushed to her aid in tis of danger, standing up for her.
Such awareness helped her diffuse the sulky mood that had plagued her for the entire night.
The defeated little girl, having struggled all night, seed to have found her backbone once more.
Only then did she realize her longing for his affection, other people’s envious gazes, the respect of others. She didn’t like it when people pointed fingers at him, hurting her, belittling her...
Such feelings were incredibly tough to bear.
It made her heart ache.
Chenxing raised her head, full of allure, and found sweat droplets forming on the man’s chin again. She opened her palm, allowing his sweat to fall into her hands, then carefully folded her hands together, cherishing the droplets.
She wanted to gather all his sweat; it was proof of his love.
Unfortunately, there was no small glass bottle nearby, otherwise, she could’ve collected this "liquid of love" into it.
Chenxing realized how desperately she wanted proof of his love for her. There was a hint of sourness in her heart, followed by a hint of sweetness. The mix of sour and sweet was like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, sprouting bit by bit.
She even extended her little tongue to lick at the "liquid of love" in her hands.
Such behavior left Gu Shaocheng montarily stunned.
He didn’t know what was going on in her mind, but couldn’t help noticing how she lapped up the sweat with gusto. There was a flirtatious air about her and the sight of her small mouth moving sent a jolt to his heart. His mouth went dry and he wished he could press his mouth to hers and share the taste.
"Is it good?"
"Delicious."
"What does it taste like?"
"Sweet."
Gu Shaocheng chuckled, "Crazy girl. Maybe you need to get your taste buds checked at the otolaryngologist! They seem to be malfunctioning!"
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