Chapter 122: I Can Smell the Sweat Coming from Your Body
Song Wuyou wanted to bathe but her left arm posed a problem. After a series of activitiesㅡarchery, ridingㅡperspiration made her body smell. Then, getting injured, arriving in the hospital, all of these took place and until now she hadn’t had the chance to wash herself. She herself could smell the sweaty odor coming from her body. It was already late, so Song Wuyou decided to sleep after a quick wash.
When Gu Yanhao found out she wanted to shower, he insisted on helping her.
What? Help her wash? Song Wuyou rejected the idea on the spot! She was Imperial Consort Song, how could she allow a man to help her bathe? …Err, she forgot. Now, she’s no longer Imperial Consort Song, but Gu Yanhao’s wife.
Gu Yanhao placed a clean set of hospital garb in the personal bathroom, returned and stood straight as an arrow at her bedside, looking down with a fake smile plastered on his face. “I’ll carry you inside.” he offered in a low voice.
“I’m not washing anymore!” Fine, she would endure feeling uncomfortable. During the warring times, not to say two nights, not washing for seven days was very common.
“I can smell the sweat coming from your body, you can’t smell yourself?” Gu Yanhao taunted.
“What person would complain that their wife smelled?” Song Wuyou snapped.
“Don’t go putting on an act. I could see the strong desire to bathe shining from your eyes.” Gu Yanhao bent down, wanting to carry her.
Song Wuyou was startled, glowering angrily at him, “What are you doing?”
Her intense refusal flabbergasted Gu Yanhao. Dark phoenix eyes stared deeply at her, and his voice grew heavy, “Carrying you to the bathroom.”
“I’ve already say no need!” Thinking of such a scene, Song Wuyou could not stop herself from blushing.
Gu Yanhao was losing patience, “It’s not up to you.”
His long arm slid beneath her body, easily picking her up from the bed.
“Gu Yanhao!” Song Wuyou wanted to curse.
“Song Wuyou, didn’t you tried many methods to strip in front of me, there’s a chance now that you should cherish it, am I right?” Gu Yanhao’s lips curved up in a slight ridicule smile.
He was laughing at her, also laughing at himself.
When she tried every method to strip in front of him, he didn’t care. Now that he wanted her to strip in front of him, she was the one that didn’t care to do so. It was indeed as Mu Gu said, the feng shui had changed directions.
His words were like needles poking into her flesh, upset her.
She shot him a cold look, “My hand is injured, not my legs. I can walk myself.”
Also, can you not dig up thing past things as and when you like? It only served to make him appear narrow-minded.
Gu Yanhao’s head bent down to look at her, and continued to walk to the bathroom.
Inside, he put her down,
“You go out, I can manage!” Song Wuyou resisted.
“You really can?” that mocking smile again.
“How are you going to take off your clothes?” he looked at her.
“I have my way.” Song Wuyou insisted. What kind of wounds she hasn’t experienced in the war?
Gu Yanhao seriously looked at her, “You really don’t need my help?”
“Don’t need it!” Song Wuyou glared at him angrily, “How many times do you want me to say it?! I said I can handle this myself, get out!”
Gu Yanhao caught the slight disgust and hate from her eyes, and his heart sank, as did his eyes darkened.
“Okay, I’ll just be outside. Call me if you need anything.” After a moment of silence, Gu Yanhao relented softly.
Before his foot even took the last step out, it was as if Song Wuyou was afraid he would go back on his words, quickly shut the door and turned the lock.
Catching the sound of the lock, Gu Yanhao’s action froze. Where Song Wuyou could not see, his eyes dimmed with sadness.