Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 704 - 285. [Summer of Dew] Because of heartbreak, it’s hard to forget.

With her head lowered, she asked sullenly, "Is it that you don’t love me, or is it hard to answer?"

Life is fragile; no one can predict the day death will come, but it always will.

The afterlife is too ethereal; this lifetime we are experiencing is what’s real.

Since God has given her a chance, then... seize him.

"Whether I love you or not, you have more right to say than anyone, including myself," Gu Shaozhi’s eyes bore into the woman’s small face, his voice low and warm, "If you can’t feel it, then saying it ten thousand times is useless."

He had said it before, but at that time, she didn’t believe it.

Wanxia’s question could be answered simply with one or two words, yet every word the man said was vague, making Wanxia more content than any direct answer could.

Everything he has done is already the answer.

Wanxia’s gaze fell on the man’s empty hand; the wedding ring that used to be on his ring finger was gone, but a shallow mark still remained.

Her heart suddenly throbbed, like a bee sting, the pain was light, but it was indeed pain.

"I hated you."

Her voice was very low, like a whisper in the rain.

Gu Shaozhi couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, his sharply defined features softened, "I know."

If there hadn’t been any hate, she wouldn’t have needed sleeping pills to get through those months by his side.

Wanxia looked up; from this angle, the man’s deep features were even more pronounced. She smiled softly, "Then what else do you know?"

Gu Shaozhi curled his lips, as if not understanding her hint.

He took the bowl from the tray with one hand, handing it to her, "I also know you’re hungry, so I made porridge. Eat as much as you can, no pressure."

Wanxia, "..."

Like letting out steam, she forcefully pushed against the man’s chest but heard his muffled groan of pain just before escaping his embrace.

She didn’t have much strength; she just happened to press on Gu Shaozhi’s wound.

Wanxia suddenly remembered his joking words: [It hurt a lot, almost died.]

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to," she frantically tried to put some distance between them, but the arm around her shoulder tightened, she didn’t dare move, and softly asked, "Are you okay?"

Besides the scent of sticky rice in the air, there was also a faint smell of herbs, which had always been there, just neglected by Wanxia.

Whether it was real or feigned pain, after placing the bowl back on the table, Gu Shaozhi let himself fall onto the bed, pressing Wanxia beneath him.

"I’m not fine."

Even though it was just two words, Wanxia could feel the man’s restrained and heavy breaths, spreading hot and a bit ambiguous over the crook of her neck.

Wanxia barely moved, and her skin touched the man’s warm lips, an indistinct contact, yet it felt like an electric current quickly spreading to every corner.

All her actions came to a halt. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Staring at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, she murmured, "I’ll call my sister-in-law to check on you."

She really didn’t know how serious his injury was at the time, and now three months later, she only pushed him a little, and he was in such pain...

Gu Shaozhi wanted to bite her, but he couldn’t bear to.

After enduring a burst of sharp pain, he frowned and spoke, "I was kind enough to make porridge for you, and this is how you repay me?"

His deep voice carried an extremely displeased air.

"Well, shall I take a look then?" Wanxia, too afraid to move, was stiff under the man’s heavy body, and she was a little short of breath, "But I’m not a professional doctor, if I hurt you, don’t blame me."

Gu Shaozhi let out a lukewarm laugh.

He lifted his head from the woman’s neck and said lightly, "Not sincere."

As fresh air entered her nostrils, that self-tormenting suffocation slowly faded. Wanxia looked at the man’s calm face, blinked, "Take your clothes off, and you’ll feel my sincerity."

After a few seconds of eye contact, Gu Shaozhi straightened up, sitting by the bed,

casually pulling Wanxia, who was pressed into the bedding by him, up, "I was just kidding, the wound has long healed, nothing’s wrong," he raised an eyebrow and asked, "The porridge’s getting cold, want to eat it yourself?"

The man’s handsome features were as usual, without a trace of deliberate concealment, if it wasn’t that he was really fine, then his acting was too good.

Wanxia leaned against the headboard, without saying a word or taking the bowl he handed to her.