Venerated Venomous Consort

Gu Xijiu subconsciously blinked her eyes repeatedly. It all felt too strange to her. Furthermore, she usually did not like to have close interaction with men; however, she did not feel irritated by Di Fuyi. Instead, she felt a sense of familiarity and security. In fact, she longed for his embrace.

He seemed to be her fiance, for real. Perhaps, they were even very close. Since he was her fiance, Gu Xijiu decided not to be too conservative. She gently cleared her throat and spoke, “Fine, I will show you; you get up first.”

She was very nervous as he held her down. Her heart was racing, and she could barely breathe! Finally, Di Fuyi got up and let her go. He sat beside the bed and checked her pulse. A moment later, he pulled back his hand and asked, “Are you nervous? Your heart is racing!”

Gu Xijiu blushed. “I think the weather is too hot.”

Di Fuyi almost laughed and replied with an evil smile, ” I see; the weather is really too hot.”

Gu Xijiu’s face was even hotter now. She was embarrassed and shouted, “I do not want you to check my wounds anymore!”

There was still some paint on her face; however, Di Fuyi could still see that she pursed her lips and that her eyes were wide open. That was his first time seeing her getting angry. Thus, he decided not to tease her anymore. He raised his hand and placed it on her shoulder. “Silly, why would you get angry when I try to please you? Come here, let me check on your wound.”

Gu Xijiu was somewhat surprised at herself; she knew that she was generally not a hot-tempered person. However, she had no idea why she just wanted to be unreasonable in front of him. Nevertheless, his calmness rubbed off her. Finally, she lied down again.

Her injuries were located at her ribs, her thigh, and her abdomen. The wounds were rather big, and she was obviously not ‘fine’ even though she said so before. The scars were terrible! As she lied on the bed, she felt so comfortable, even though Di Fuyi was trying to remove her top and pants to check her wounds.

Di Fuyi looked worried when he examined her wounds, “This is what you mean by ‘fine’? I bet it will leave a permanent scar! You will even feel discomfort during rainy days.”

“I am fine; the scar is nothing.” Nothing was more important than surviving.

“Just because you do not care; it does not mean that I do not care.” Di Fuyi replied with an icy tone.

Gu Xijiu was speechless. She almost asked, ‘What do you care about,’ but she chose to keep her thought to herself.

Di Fuyi did not continue talking but helped her to apply a cream on her wounds. The cream was cold, but her heart was warm.

People who lose their memory always feel insecure and would search for someone to support them. However, Gu Xijiu had no one to help her, and instead, everyone seeks her support here, and she has become their hope to survive. Thus, she tried her best to be strong in front of them.

No one cared whether she was tired or if she needed a shoulder to cry on or support her. She did not even dare to speak a word when she was injured.

Hence, Di Fuyi’s actions were quite contrary to how she had been treated. He had forcefully entered her life since he came here, treated her injuries, and sought justice for her. That made her feel appreciated and secure. Gu Xijiu obviously felt that this was foreign to her, but it did warm her heart. Her gaze stopped on his face as she watched him get busy with her wounds. He looked so lovely when he was focused on a task.

Suddenly, the house went quiet, and some incense came out from the furnace at the corner.