Substitute Bride: The Gentle Husband of the Evil Girl is Crazy and Wild

Li Xiaoyu's eyes were shocked, and he looked at his right arm hanging by his side following his words.

The table obscured his slender right hand.

At this moment, she suddenly understood why he often bent his index finger for fun.

It is said that the fingers are connected to the heart. It is not that he does not feel the pain, whether he is doing this to remind himself or to mock himself as a joke.

For him, the physical pain was far less than the psychological suffering.

Given his status and position, no matter who that person is, the relative he can keep in his heart must have brought him warmth in the past.

It's just...he was betrayed.

While she was thinking, the man's thin lips spilled out a light word: "Xiao Yu."

His voice was low and shallow, like a gentle breeze.

If Li Xiaoyu hadn't collected her thoughts quickly, these two words of sincerity would have slipped away from her ears like a gust of wind.

She raised her eyes, glanced at the man, and replied with a word in confusion.

"Ok?"

Gu Fei lowered his eyes, paused for a moment, and whispered, "Be a little selfish."

Hearing this, Li Xiaoyu's heart suddenly tightened.

Almost instantly, she understood what he meant. He wanted her to live a more selfish life so that she would not be physically harmed like him.

For some reason, a tingling sensation like being scratched by a feather slowly spread from the palm of her hand to her fingers.

She rubbed her hands together, trying to relieve the numbness.

Gu Fei didn't expect or intend to get her answer. He picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

The atmosphere is still so quiet.

A gust of wind blew, and the lamp on the table flickered. Just when it was about to be blown out by the wind, the woman's hoarse voice slowly sounded.

She called out gently, "Gu Fei."

The man didn't reply. She pursed her lips and didn't discuss family matters with him.

I just asked two words: "Does it hurt?"

Her clear eyes stared at the man quietly. When she saw the chopsticks in his hand pause, he became like a statue, motionless.

The sky was overcast and the wind was getting stronger.

It seems that it will rain tomorrow.

Just as the tung oil lamp was blown out by the wind, he replied, "It hurts."

The low voice was hoarse and cold, like a beautiful but flawed jade, trying to get the attention of jade hunters in its own way.

Li Xiaoyu lit the tung oil lamp and glanced at him as he sat down.

He said helplessly: "You still feel pain, I thought you didn't feel any pain, every time I saw you using your index finger like you were breaking onions."

Hearing her cheerful tone, Gu Fei frowned silently.

His frown disappeared very quickly, and Li Xiaoyu kept staring at him, so it was hard not to notice the change in his expression.

She said something before picking up her chopsticks to eat with him.

"I like hands with distinct joints. Your hand can't hold anything, so you can be my hand model from now on. I will draw it for my own enjoyment."

Knowing that she was deliberately changing the subject, Gu Fei responded, "Hand model?"

The corners of his mouth hurt after every bite of food. Li Xiaoyu gently rubbed the corners of his mouth and nodded, "Well, just put your hands in various gestures."

"Why?"

Gu Fei narrowed her eyelashes and asked softly.

Seeing that he was in a better mood than before, Li Xiaoyu took a deep breath silently and said with a smile: "Because in addition to his figure and facial features, a man's hands, Adam's apple, waist and hips are all very attractive."

After hearing her talk, Gu Fei put down his chopsticks and asked meaningfully, "Have you seen it?"

Li Xiaoyu was almost choked.

Not to mention the sketching classes she took before, who hasn’t read a few double-door comics?

He coughed lightly and shook his head honestly: "I guessed. If you are willing to let me draw it, I don't mind looking at it."

Hearing this, Gu Fei's ears suddenly turned red.

He pursed his lips and replied in a gentle voice: "Eat."

Li Xiaoyu didn't eat much of the meal because of the wound on his mouth. Gu Fei didn't say anything either, and he didn't let the woman do it.

He went to the kitchen and cleared the pots and pans with one hand.

Then he boiled a pot of water for her to take a bath. There was no bathtub at home, so Li Xiaoyu could only carry the water to the toilet to take a dry bath.

After taking a shower, she returned to her room, opened the box containing the silver and counted it.

I don’t earn much now, but I can live a good life.

After thinking about it, she decided to wait two days and go to the city to buy a bathtub to take a bath. She didn't want to take a manual shower in the middle of winter.

I sat down on the bed and continued to dry my hair when I saw Gu Fei come in with a bowl.

She smelled a herbal scent in the air, sniffed, and asked in confusion, "Are you sick?"

"This is for you," Gu Fei put the bowl on the small table.

Then he limped to the bed and sat down, waiting for her to dry her hair.

Li Xiaoyu followed his words and looked down at the back of his injured hand. He realized that he had washed off more than just the ointment on the back of his hand when he took a shower.

Wash off the ones on your face as well.

She said softly: "Thank you."

Gu Fei replied nonchalantly with three words: "You're welcome."

The gentle and calm words were very similar to the state when the two first came into contact, but they were also slightly different from that time.

Gu Fei was pretending at that time, so it often made her feel uncomfortable.

Now, not only does he not make her feel uncomfortable, he even speaks sincerely sometimes. But that night he not only refused to sign, but also was sarcastic to her the next day.

Thinking of this, she tilted her head to look at the man who was also sitting beside the bed.

Seeing his expressionless face, she frowned deeply, pursed her lips, and took a deep and silent breath.

I couldn't help but criticize him in my heart.

Gu Jiaojiao, ah, Gu Jiaojiao, what do you want to do?

After wiping her hair, she applied the medicine on the wound herself, and Gu Fei took the empty bowl back to the kitchen to wash it.

When he came back, Li Xiaoyu was already lying on the bed.

She had a slight sprained waist and couldn't sleep comfortably no matter how she lay flat on the bed.

He couldn't see, so he could only rely on the sound to distinguish. Listening to her murmurs of pain, he hesitated and asked, "Waist pain?"

There was a subtle concern in his tone.

Li Xiaoyu was concentrating on his waist. She didn't hear him and spoke with a nasal tone: "It was fine then. Now it hurts so much that I can't sleep when I lie down."

"I think I need to go see Dr. Liu for acupuncture."

As she spoke, she slowly sat up on the bed, threw back the quilt and prepared to get out of bed and put on her shoes.

After hearing the last sentence, Gu Fei's brows showed a hint of gloom.

When Li Xiaoyu was about to get out of bed, a white hand rested on her shoulder, interrupting her movement of bending down to get her shoes.

"Lie down and I'll rub it for you."

Hearing this, Li Xiaoyu looked up at him and blinked his clear eyes, "Is it possible without acupuncture?"

Gu Fei nodded, "Okay."

Maybe it was because the previous experience of assisting in drawing the murderer’s portrait left a deep impression on Li Xiaoyu, but she had no doubt about Gu Fei’s ability.

He climbed back into bed and lay down, looking as if he had been waiting for a long time.

It’s a pity that Gu Fei couldn’t see it.

"I'm lying down."

Gu Fei didn't know where exactly she was lying. He moved his hand forward along the bed sheet little by little, and felt like a blind man groping in the dark.

Li Xiaoyu grabbed his hand and placed it on his sprained waist.

She closed her eyes and said obediently, "Press it."