Gu Jiao was looking forward to admiring a certain person's divine beauty, but the palm of his hand was resting gently on her lower abdomen, and surprisingly, she didn't feel any pain. Soon, she fell asleep.
Her breath was even and calm as it passed through her nose.
Xiao Liulang removed his hand gently, adjusting the covers for her, dimming the oil lamp, and left the room softly and quietly.
His fingertips still held her warmth and sweet scent. He stared blankly at his own hand, suddenly realizing that he had made some absurd concessions. He closed his eyes.
What are you doing, Xiao Liulang?
Gu Jiao had slept so deeply that she woke up later than usual. Xiao Jingkong had finished his practice, eaten breakfast, and gone to Guozijian with Xiao Liulang for the morning class.
Gu Jiao went out with Gu Yan and Gu Xiaoshun.
"Have you taken your medicine?" Gu Jiao asked Gu Yan.
"Yes, I have," Gu Yan replied.