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Chapter 86: Her Fragile Body Cannot Withstand It.

Song Wuyou did not put up further resistance, letting the man kiss her and touch her as he liked. As things progressed she thought that tonight she would surely fall into the forbidden land when, unexpectedly, Gu Yanhao stopped.

The heat in his eyes burned Song Wuyou, however, a faint smile colored his face, “Cannot touch you at the moment.”

Song Wuyou blinked her eyes a few times. Cheeks still a little flushed, her misty eyes looked at him in confusion. What does ‘cannot touch her at the moment’ mean?

Her thoughts swayed towards Song Jiuyue’s presence in the chalet and she automatically concluded that was the reason. Without realizing it, her heart felt pricked. She stared at him. Even at this moment, he’s being considered towards Song Jiuyue?

Gu Yanhao shifted his weight away, but he did not get off the bed. Instead, he laid down beside Song Wuyou. Without him pressing on top of her, Song Wuyou instantly felt her breathing ease. Since he stubbornly wanted the bed, then she’ll give it to him. She’ll just sleep on the floor.

Just as she was about to move, a sudden force pulled her around the waist. Startled, Song Wuyou nearly sent a kick at the attacker by reflex, but then the man’s soft, magnetic voice sounded in her ears, “Don’t move around, be good and sleep.”

Song Wuyou’s body froze like ice as she laid there like a plank. She looked extremely docile and well-behaved. As she laid there staring at the low-profile crystal chandelier on the ceiling, complicated thoughts swirled in her mind.

This was the first time he’d hugged her waist to sleep…

Gu Yanhao, noticing she was staring at the light above while seemingly deep in thought, could not resist the urge to ask, “What’re you thinking about?”

Song Wuyou looked over to him, eyes serious as she asked, “Why can’t you touch me at the moment?”

At first Gu Yanhao was stunned by the question. In the next moment, a wicked smile appeared on his face, “You want me to touch you?”

“No.” Song Wuyou answered readily.

The smile remained on Gu Yanhao’s face, “Lies.”

“Is it because of Song Jiuyue?”

Instantly, the enticing gleam in Gu Yanhao’s eyes vanished upon hearing her question. Gloomily he stared at her, “Things were going well. Why did you suddenly bring up Song Jiuyue?”

“You won’t touch me because Song Jiuyue is here, right?”

“Song Jiuyue is here? Where?” Gu Yanhao’s eyes swept around the room.

“In this chalet.”

“What has her presence got to do with me?”

“Didn’t you stop because you thought of her just now?”

“Can the hole in your brain grow even bigger?” He was truly dumbfounded by her questions.

Song Wuyou frowned. Looking at him with a baffled expression she asked, “Was it not so?”

Gu Yanhao playfully pinched her waist, “I’m not some skirt-chaser, staring at the pot while eating the one in my bowl [1]. Damn stupid woman, if it wasn’t for your miscarriage in the car accident and your weakened body, do you think I would let you be?”

He had questioned the doctors; at least three months were needed to recover from a miscarriage before she could have intercourse. In that period, if she took heavy medication, she would have to wait at least half a year if she wanted to get pregnant again. This woman not only miscarried, there was the impact from the car accident. Before the three months of healing passed he would not dare to touch her. He was afraid her fragile body couldn’t handle the strenuous activity.

Although his first time was taken when he was under the influence of that drug, in fact, in his heart he felt somewhat proud to have been her first., It just did not show on the surface.

He doesn’t want to do it with ‘protection’ on, and he was strongly against her going on the pill. One contraceptive pill was enough to disrupt her internal clock and health.

Thus…he could only endure it.

But, what was this woman thinking? He really wished he could open up this woman’s head and see if there the hole was so large that it needed some remedy.

Listening to his explanation, Song Wuyou’s face burned. She was a little touched, yet she persisted, “It was only because of this?”

Gu Yanhao scoffed at her coldly, “What else is there?”

[1] staring at the pot while eating the one in my bowl—greedy, setting his sight on every available woman.

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