ENH C239

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Chapter 239: Poke, Poke, I’ll Let You Poke

“It really hurts a lot,” Gu Yan said, blinking pitifully at Song Wuyou.

Song Wuyou urged Xu Jing, “Xu Jing, go get the first aid kit.”

“… Oh, okay!”

Xu Jing seemed to be daydreaming earlier. Hearing Song Wuyou’s instruction, she quickly turned around and ran to get the first aid kit.

Song Wuyou sat down again on the sofa, her face pinched with worry as she scolded him, “Don’t you know that you’re injured? Moving carelessly!”

Gu Yanhao looked at her innocently, “Who told you to refuse to feed me?”

“You…!” Song Wuyou was rendered speechless with this Gu Yanhao.  In comparison, she preferred the aloof him. His behavior today was like a child, a childish little man.

Gu Yanhao spread his arms out with mirth evident in his eyes. His chin stuck up high and proud.  “Help me unbutton,” he ordered shamelessly.

Song Wuyou initially wanted to help him change out of the bloodstained shirt, but looking at that haughty face, she retrieved her hands and shot him a stern eye. “Unbutton it yourself.”

“I’m in pain.”

“You wound hurts, not your fingers.”

“It hurts, everywhere hurts.”

Watching him act pitifully this way was so funny that Song Wuyou wanted to laugh.  The corner of her mouth twitched, “Gu Yanhao, you’re getting more shameless each day.”

Gu Yanhao reached out to hold her small hands, “That’s because I’m concerned with you more each day.”

Those words moved her a little but she still pulled her hand back. Her expression was fierce as she scolded in a curt tone, “Didn’t you say your whole body hurts? Why are you holding my hands? I say you’re not in enough pain. I really want to use two fingers and poke deep into your wound!”

Watching her curt but cute expression, a low laugh rumbled from Gu Yanhao’s throat. Inexplicably, his mood seemed so much better.  Other women looked like bears when angry, whereas when his wife was angry, there was actually an air of valiance that made others listen and behave.

Gu Yanhao puffed up his chest, “Poke, poke, I’ll let you poke.”  His action caused him to bleed even more.

Song Wuyou stamped her feet in frustration: “ You’d better stop moving!”

Wasn’t he worried that the wound would become infected?

Gu Yanhao flashed a naughty grin, “I’m not moving.”

“Miss, the kit.” Xu Jing brought the first aid kit over and placed it on the coffee table.  She took a peek at Gu Yanhao. Seeing him grinning mischievously with his soft gaze on her Miss, Xu Jing smiled secretly inside. To avoid being the light bulb, she ran into the kitchen to help Sis Song.

Young Master’s treating Miss better every day, heihei~~

“Sit properly! I’m taking your shirt off!” She snapped at Gu Yanhao.

The man nodded obediently, “Okay.” He leaned back properly into the sofa, still looking at Song Wuyou with a pitiful expression.

Song Wuyou leaned forward slightly, her hands stretched out. Her fingers were light, afraid of hurting him. From up close, her face looked even more fair and tender, almost transparent. The tinge of red was like a ripe peach, making the man feel an impulse to take a bite.

Gu Yanhao stared at her unblinking, while her long dark lashes fluttered as she blinked like a delicate fan made of ink.  “Song Wuyou.” He called her name softly, his low voice sounding sultry.

His sultry voice purred in her ear as something tugged at her heartstrings, going straight to the softest part of her heart.  Raising her eyelids, she shot him an icy glance, filled with disdain.

Gu Yanhao beamed at her response, “Why are you looking at me like this?”

“You’re hateful.”

“You love the hateful me.”

“Shut up!”

“Song Wuyou,” the man couldn’t resist calling out her name again.

“You’re really too bored!”

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