Mu Anhan’s sly and beautiful eyes squinted slightly, thinking this was a great opportunity to get close to her husband.
Moreover, this man remained as silent as an iceberg for thousands of years, but she still heard his concern.
"Husband, can you take a look for me? I don’t know where I’m hurt either," she said, decisively pulling open the door, revealing her body for him to see.
The lighting in the bathroom was somewhat hazy, adding a touch of allure to her figure.
For a moment, Gu Xiaozhan’s breath stopped.
His impression of her body stayed at the night four years ago.
She was still an innocent girl at the time, with a beautiful and pure appearance, yet exuding an unexpected boldness.
She had been drugged, but he was completely sober.
During the past four years, she avoided him like the plague; how could she let him see her body?
Gu Xiaozhan’s mind went blank for a moment, even forgetting that she must have had ulterior motives.
But Gu Xiaozhan, being who he was, even amidst chaos and temptation, could quickly regain his clarity.
"What trick are you playing this time?" As he said this, his Adam’s apple bobbed slightly.
Mu Anhan, although determined to only let her husband see her body,
felt embarrassed when faced with Gu Xiaozhan’s intense gaze.
She couldn’t help but lower her head, not daring to meet his lava-like burning eyes.
After all, doing such a thing required great courage, and her only experience with him was a fragmented memory.
"I’m not playing tricks; I really don’t know where I’m hurt..."
Gu Xiaozhan let out a cold laugh, saying she’s not playing tricks? Obviously, she was guilty of avoiding his gaze, and she was still so unconvincing when lying.
However, when she lowered her head, he noticed her hair on top was clumped together from blood.
The injury was on her head. Could she really not know?
But this woman cried loudly even if her finger was slightly injured, and now her head had a cut, yet she claimed not to know. It’s too strange!
Perhaps her head was lowered too long, and Mu Anhan felt dizzy, unable to support herself, she fell to the ground.
With a "bang," she slipped to the floor.
"Mu Anhan, get up!" Gu Xiaozhan’s warning was intense.
She’s pretending again!
Whenever punished, she pretends to be sick?
But every time he would soften, the heaviest punishment was just to lock her up and forbid her to cause trouble.
Gu Xiaozhan called her several times, but there was no response.
He squatted down, reached out, and picked her up, knowing that in this life, he was bound to this woman.
Upon touching her, he found her body temperature was alarmingly high.
Could she really be sick? He let out a barely audible sigh.
He rinsed her with the shower, wrapped her in a large towel, and changed her into clean clothes.
He carried her to the guest room and called the family doctor. "Arrive within five minutes."
When Tang Haolang rushed over eagerly, he found Gu Xiaozhan looking at the woman in his arms with infinite affection.
Rumor has it that Gu Xiaozhan’s methods were unparalleled, yet Mu Anhan was his weakness.
Even when she pretended to be sick, he would forcefully command that she be treated wholeheartedly.
The medication Tang Haolang prescribed most was Vitamin C.
And this time was no exception; without looking, he took out a bottle of Vitamin C. "Mr. Gu, one pill a day, and she’ll recover..."
Gu Xiaozhan’s gaze, as sharp as an arrow, pierced straight into his heart. "Her head is injured and she’s got a fever."
"Damn!" Tang Haolang patted his heart. "This time she’s not joking!"
He quickly opened the medical kit, shaved around the wound on her head, and disinfected and bandaged it.
"Doctor Tang..." Mu Anhan murmured as she awoke.
"Ah..." It was terrifyingly shocking; Tang Haolang was so startled he fell on his butt, and the gauze in his hand rolled onto the floor.