She slept very deeply. The sun was rising, and the warm sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the curtains, caressing her cheek.
Chenxing lazily opened his eyes. His head was still a little swollen and painful due to the sequelae of drunkenness.
She moved her body and felt an arm restraining her waist.
She turned her face away, and Gu Shaocheng's peaceful sleeping face suddenly came into view. Yes, it was him, sleeping peacefully, with his brows furrowed, sleeping deeper than her.
At that moment, her heart soared violently.
But after seeing the interior decoration clearly, my heart that soared to the sky quickly fell back.
It's the bedroom in the palace complex, not the Gu family's bedroom!
In the past, he was afraid that she would not be able to sleep well in a strange place. Even when traveling to Dubai, he would replicate the Gu family's bedroom in the hotel. Now that he has thrown her here, he has not thought about the fact that the illness she admitted has not been cured?
This is an incurable disease.
She recognized it as him!
…
The mist coming out of the hot water was lingering around. Chenxing closed his eyes and let the hot water wash over his body.
She couldn't describe the feeling in her heart. Although she was drunk last night, she was still somewhat sober. She remembered that she begged him over and over again to take her home, but in the end he took her here.
How can she get his forgiveness? She just fell in love with a man!
Why was Shaocheng's attitude towards him so determined? His determination was full of intolerance. Did he really want to torture her heart like this?
…
After taking a shower, cooking porridge, she rummaged through the first aid kit and knelt down on Simmons. She turned the sleeping man over and re-bandaged the wounds on his arms and legs, as well as some of the tiny bits she had chewed out.
Wounds, little by little, carefully.
When Gu Shaocheng woke up, Chenxing had already prepared a table of breakfast.
He sat in front of the round table, pressed his eyebrows, and glanced at the food on the table.
A bowl of white rice porridge, very clean and pure color;
A plate of poached eggs, fried very delicately, with the egg white forming a heart shape, with a tender round egg yolk in the middle, and a rose next to it, which makes people look very appetizing.
She handed him the chopsticks, and Gu Shaocheng took them and drank two mouthfuls of white rice porridge silently. She also ate the porridge in her own bowl. It felt like a couple living at home.
Gu Shaocheng felt fresh.
There was no housekeeper or servant waiting by the side, just him and her. It felt very unusual, as if he had accidentally broken into a world that did not belong to him.
That world was very pure, a small family, a couple, the wife prepared breakfast for the husband early in the morning, after eating, the two went to work together, went home together in the evening, cooked together, maybe went for a walk after dinner, maybe just sat together.
We watched TV on the sofa and fell asleep hugging each other late at night.
"Is it delicious?" Chenxing suddenly said.
Being interrupted from his reverie, Gu Shaocheng took a knife and cut the poached egg into several pieces, took one piece and brought it to his mouth, chewed it twice carefully, and gave a fair evaluation: "Average."
The woman's eyes naturally showed disappointment.
"What about porridge?"
“It’s just average.”
"You have such a picky taste." She muttered, her cooking skills have always been very good, how could she give such a mediocre evaluation?
Gu Shaocheng narrowed his eyes: "I only eat food made by special chefs. What evaluation do you think I should give you?"