The corner of his mouth curved up in a faintly mischievous smile, emanating a tempting allure. Song Wuyou stared blankly at him. Damn it, even the way he undid his belt looked so cool and handsome.

After unbuckling his belt, Gu Yanhao swiftly pulled up the front of his shirt, instantly exposing a firm, sculpted chest right before Song Wuyou.

"You're trying to act shameless?" a tiny frown appeared on Song Wuyou's brows.

"I want you to scratch me."

Song Wuyou glanced furtively at his naked chest, the well-defined muscles lined in an inverted shaped triangle, totally spot on in the golden proportion department. Perhaps due to the firmness of his muscles, there were no spotted red rashes on his chest, only a shade of unusual redness. faring much better compared to his back.

Song Wuyou looked at him grudgingly, "Don't tell me that you can't reach your front?"

Since he already started to play the rogue, might as well persevere to the end, "I want you to scratch."

"I'm not scratching." Song Wuyou refused. There was a difference between scratching the back compared to the front. At the back, he can't see, in front, he would stare at her.

Gu Yanhao suddenly reached out, grabbed Song Wuyou's wrist, and pulled her.

"A…." Caught off guard, Song Wuyou fell head first onto Gu Yanhao's chest.

Song Wuyou was startled! Her eyes widened, glaring sternly at Gu Yanhao, "Gu Yanhao, what're you doing!"

Gu Yanhao used the arm with the inserted drip to press her down, not allowing her to get up. His obsidian dark eyes looked straight into Song Wuyou's clear ones: "Song Wuyou!"

"Youㅡ" Song Wuyou's gaze collided with his. Strangely, looking into his eyes, all thoughts of struggle flew out the window

"Song Wuyou, look into my eyes and tell me, are you keeping a secret from me?" Gu Yanhao's eyes searched Song Wuyou's face.

"No!" Song Wuyou 'honestly' looked back into his eyes, "I'm not keeping any secrets from you."

"If there's none, then don't refuse me."

"What do you mean?"

Gu Yanhao pursed his lips, obvious embarrassment flitted in his eyes, "I.. suddenly don't want to divorce you."

Song Wuyou's heart trembled at these words, but she fixed a firm stare at Gu Yanhao's face. A cold sneer came from her lips, "What if I turned back to the same arrogant and wayward Song Wuyou as in the past? Would you have this thought?"

Hearing this, a prickling pain came from his chest, especially looking at her cold sneer. It was extremely harsh on the eyes. Just as he was about to say yes, from the door's direction came a disgruntled female voice, "What are you two doing? The drip's finished, so why didn't you press the bell? Even if you want to be affectionate, look at the time and place. His blood's going to inverse flow through the drip."

Hearing the voice, Song Wuyou hurried off Gu Yanhao's body.

Gu Yanhao looked up at the bottle, not knowing when it was already empty. An empty drip, coupled with the strength he used to pull Song Wuyou, made blood seep out from the clear tube. To be more accurate, it was flowing.

The nurse walked in. Seeing Gu Yanhao's shirt was pulled all the way up, revealing his firm chest, with the belt unbuckled, she thought they were trying to do something on the hospital bed. Thus, while changing to a new IV, the nurse grumbled, "Already in this condition, can't you exercise some restraint? Look at the place even if you want to do it."

Song Wuyou was extremely embarrassed, her cheeks turned bright red. When she wanted to explain to the nurse, Gu Yanhao shot her a look, shutting her up. She returned with an 'It's all your fault' blaming gaze.

Gu Yanhao's lips curved up.

Noticing Gu Yanhao smiling at Song Wuyou, the nurse was triggered, "Skin allergy patients cannot have intercourse, it may easily cause shock!"

======================================================

Translator : Woodear

Editor : Ocelot

• If you want to support this translation, consider donating and/or adding us to your ad blocker's whitelist. We take intrusive ads very seriously, please contact us if you come across a malicious ad!