si-mexico Chapter 1135: Beautiful Woman
Chapter 1135: Beautiful Woman
Gu Yixuan kept feeling that today She was a bit different from the last time he saw her. Aside from the slightly bloodless pallor that looked like malnutrition, there was also some feeling he couldn’t put into words.
He mulled it over for quite a while, and it wasn’t until he saw her slightly misted eyes at this moment, and the emotion surging up from their depths, that he suddenly thought of something.
"Little cutie, you... you can’t have already..."
Yun Qiqi neither admitted nor denied it, just quietly looked at Yan Yan.
Her silence, in Gu Yixuan’s view, was as good as a yes. She widened Her eyes. "So, these past few days... you went to get your memories back?"
Because of Yan Yan’s condition, Doctor Gu hadn’t slept for several days, and now he instantly perked up.
"How did you get them back? Did Yan Yan find Jiang Lihua? No, that’s not right, I didn’t get any news. Was she just found in the last two days? Or did you use some method, did you go back to the lab and find a way?"
"The lab is so dangerous and you still went back—did you find some kind of potion? Can you tell me the specifics, or is there any left over for me to analyze?"
Yun Qiqi didn’t even grunt in response, turning Her back to him, every line of that thin little back spelling out a stubborn "I don’t want to talk to you, I just want to look at the beautiful woman, stop bothering me."
Gu Yixuan: "..."
In the ensuing silence, he glanced at Yun Qiqi, then at his own brother lying on the bed, and finally realized he really shouldn’t be here right now.
He rubbed his nose. "Alright then, you go ahead and look, I won’t bother you."
Before leaving, he very considerately helped her close the door.
In the ward, Yun Qiqi slowly squatted down, leaning closer to Yan Yan’s face, resting Her chin on his pillow, staring at him from up close.
Even their breathing tangled together.
All she could see was his face, still stunning despite its pallor, his high, straight nose, those beautiful, finely cut brows and eyes, even his eyelashes were clear as could be.
She carefully squatted there, looking at him for what felt like an entire century, with a constant sense of unreality.
His brows, his eyes, everything about him...
All of it made Her unable to look away.
"Beautiful woman..."
The Young Girl unconsciously whispered, Her voice faintly trembling.
That soft, gentle voice was filled with attachment and dependence.
She couldn’t help thinking of before, of how, after losing Her memory and being left with a blank, She had liked Yan Yan so much.
She liked clinging to his arms, liked acting spoiled with him, liked staying close to him.
Even if every time he pressed her into his arms and kissed her until her head spun and her mind went blank, She still, still liked him so very, very much.
It was a kind of intimacy where there was no distance at all, where you could trust the other person completely.
Like turning into a soft, warm cat—She only had to be responsible for sleeping and having fun, and every day someone would come to pamper her, and when She got upset there would be someone to smooth Her fur.
No one else in this world could be better than him.
He would buy Her all sorts of delicious food, he would understand Her panic and fear, he would carefully shield Her, he would hold Her in his arms and coax Her when She had nightmares.
And even when She completely forgot him and pushed him away again and again, he would still resolutely walk toward Her, pull Her into his arms and tell Her that it was okay if She didn’t remember, that they could start all over again.
Maybe it was because, in some sense, he’d always been something of a madman.
When he liked someone, he could be mad about it too.
Even if She was covered in thorns, he wasn’t afraid of getting hurt.
Just like this time... even though he had clearly seen something was wrong with her, he still kept Her by his side, and at the very instant of the explosion, he stepped in front of Her without the slightest hesitation.