Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 640 - 269.【Dew of Summer】Result._2
The dark colors churn at the bottom of the deep pool, a regret that leaves the chest empty and unanchored, yet the surface remains calm like an ancient well.
His voice is low and warm, "Does it hurt?"
Wanxia takes small sips of water; she seems to have just soaked in a hot spring, feeling too drained to move, nestled softly in the man’s embrace.
Smiling faintly, "It’s okay, I don’t remember."
She truly doesn’t remember. From sleep to waking, she had a very long dream.
The dream was too complex and lengthy, full of blood, an inescapable abyss that made her think she might die inside that dream.
Actually, she was thankful for everything that happened on that big bed last night because... he obliterated her last, and only, mercy.
That was precisely what she, Ji Wanxia, did not need.
The servant prepared the meal, opened the kitchen door, and had just taken two steps out when she saw the man and woman embracing in the dining room.
She was somewhat surprised.
Clearly, when Miss Ji got up and came downstairs, she seemed like she didn’t want to mention Mr. Gu, and Mr. Gu had left before dawn, not even instructing her to prepare any supplements for Miss Ji, nor did he call at noon.
This had never happened recently.
After a brief moment of shock, the servant quickly walked over, "Mr. Gu, you’re back, are you having dinner with Miss Ji?"
After the sun went down, the dining room lights were yet to be turned on, so the lighting was somewhat dim.
Gu Shaozhi’s dark eyes were slightly lowered, his handsome face hidden in shadow, making it hard for others to see his expression.
Slowly playing with the woman’s fair fingers, as if he had found an interesting toy, reluctant to let go.
He faintly responded with a syllable, "Mm."
The servant did not expect Mr. Gu to return so early today, plus Miss Ji said only to make something simple, so she only made three light vegetable dishes.
Mr. Gu is very particular about his food and drink, so what’s ready now surely won’t be enough.
"Then I’ll go make two more dishes."
After seeing Mr. Gu nod, the servant turned and walked toward the kitchen, turning on the light on her way.
Wanxia opened her eyes and called to stop the servant, "Wait."
She lifted her head; it was the first time she looked at him since Gu Shaozhi came home.
Her delicate brows and eyes curved into a gentle smile, her voice soft, "I’m hungry, can I eat first?"
What she meant was: they would eat separately.
Gu Shaozhi gazed into her crescent moon-like almond eyes; he hadn’t seen her smile like this for a long time, clean and beautiful, with few traces of perfunctoriness, so few they were nearly indiscernible.
Last night, he asked her why she stopped smiling...
Her answer was: [I’m not someone who sells smiles.]
Yet now, after he forced her, in this moment, she looked at him with a camellia-like smile.
So, did she define herself before him as someone who sells smiles?
He felt an uncontrollable pain surging within him, like a rusty knife cutting his flesh and blood, exposing ghastly white bones, and not stopping, continuing to grind with blunt teeth.
The pain wouldn’t kill him, but he couldn’t ignore it.
It started from the skin’s surface, eventually spreading throughout, making all his internal organs ache.
[Wanwan, are you tormenting me, or yourself?]
His handsome features showed a gentle kind of warmth, without any aggression, as he smiled lightly, "Would eating with me be that uncomfortable?"
The man’s voice was low and gentle, devoid of any discernible emotion of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.
"What kind of talk is that?" Wanxia chuckled softly, "Even if I can avoid today and tomorrow, what about the day after tomorrow? Surely I can’t skip a meal every time you and I sit at the same dining table."
She withdrew from the man’s embrace, raising her arms to stretch, "I haven’t eaten all day, I’m so hungry."
Gu Shaozhi stared at the woman’s exquisitely pretty profile, his eyes carrying a smile, but it was only skin-deep, as he rubbed her soft hair.
He instructed the servant, "Serve the meal and prepare a cup of hot tea."
"Okay," the servant nodded in agreement, and before she turned to leave, she remembered that Mr. Gu hadn’t eaten dinner either.
Respectfully, she asked, "Then Mr. Gu, what would you like to eat? The vegetables in the refrigerator are fresh and varied."
Gu Shaozhi replied lightly, "No need, I won’t eat."
The servant glanced at Wanxia, sitting beside him, and softly acknowledged with a ’yes,’ returned to the kitchen to bring the prepared meal to the table, along with a cup of hot tea.
Throughout the entire process, Wanxia spoke no more, nor did Gu Shaozhi.
She ate gracefully, while he sat beside her sipping tea, occasionally using clean chopsticks to serve her food, which she did not refuse—whatever he served, she ate.
