Facial Paralysis Husband, Good Morning

Gu Nian felt a faint scent of mint approaching, followed by a scalding body temperature. Lowering her head, she could see that the neat suit was suddenly very close to her.

She held her breath nervously, subconsciously hiding back, and the back of her head pressed against the back of the chair with no way out.

"Chu...Chu Zhaoyang! You..." Gu Nian shouted nervously, "Don't come closer!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Nian heard a "click".

Gu Nian froze in embarrassment, still maintaining the original posture, without moving her head. But the dark pupils slowly slid to the corners of the eyes, and saw Chu Zhaoyang's elegant and slender hands hitting the seat belt buckle.

The "click" just now was the sound of Chu Zhaoyang fastening her seat belt.

It's just... wearing a seat belt, why did he have to be so close to her?

Wasn't that...Wasn't that meant to misunderstand her?

Chu Zhaoyang had sweat like millet on his forehead. He leaned over just now and stretched out his left hand to pull the seat belt on her right shoulder, which involved the wound on his left shoulder. The pain made his face pale again and could no longer kept close to Gu Nian, and quickly sat back.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing his expression, Gu Nian became worried and couldn't care less about her own embarrassment.

Chu Zhaoyang was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He took two deep breaths, barely suppressed it, and then said: "I'm okay."

"Are you really okay? I see that you are very tired, so you should go home and rest." Gu Nian didn't believe him.

Chu Zhaoyang had already started the car, stepped on the accelerator and got out. He turned to look at her, his pale lips seemed to be stained with a little joy: "Are you worried about me?"

Because of the pain from the wound, he didn't have the strength to speak loudly, as if he had it in his throat. He sounded a little dry and hoarse, but it was inexplicably magnetic, and his black eyes were clear and burning.

Even though the wound hurt, Gu Nian's concern made him felt that it was all worth it.

Gu Nian stopped talking and looked away with a blushing face.

If he was willing to be so tired, then let him be tired!

Chu Zhaoyang's long fingers resting on the steering wheel were ready to move, and his slender and clean fingertips really want to touch Gu Nian's face, but at this moment, he could only bear it, tapping on the steering wheel repeatedly.

After a long while, Gu Nian asked: "Where are we going?"

"Eat." Chu Zhaoyang replied briefly.

Because the restaurant was located in a very busy place, parking was difficult. There was a large parking lot near the restaurant.

Chu Zhaoyang parked the car, got out of the car with Gu Nian, and walked to the restaurant. It's still a long way to the restaurant, about ten minutes' walk.

Chu Zhaoyang thoughtfully walked on the side near the road, keeping Gu Nian on his right side. Gu Nian was wearing flat ballet shoes that only reached his shoulders. The breeze brushed her hair, strands spread over his shoulders.

The tip of the hair was blown up, and it was only a little bit close to sweeping his chin.

The breeze also slowly blew the fragrance of the hair into his nose.

Chu Zhaoyang's throat slid. He didn't know if it was because of the hot weather. His mouth was dry, his breathing was heavy, and he was indescribably hot.

Lowering his head slightly, he secretly looked at Gu Nian who was walking next to him out of the corner of his eyes. The two of them always kept a close distance, and every time when their arms were about to rub against each other, she quickly moved away. Like a mischievous elf dancing in the wind, sometimes approaching, sometimes staying away, never letting him catch it.

Chu Zhaoyang's heart was about to move, and his eyes fell on her hand close to his side. The fingertips trembled, and the index finger was slightly bent, moving gently towards Gu Nian's finger.

He was about to touch her, but he didn't have the guts to take it back, looking down at Gu Nian's white and soft hand. Her fingers were thin and long, looking as soft as boneless. On the back of the white hand, he could even faintly see the blue blood vessels inside. Warm colors illuminated by the sun.

Chu Zhaoyang's heart froze a moment, he reached out and grabbed Gu Nian's hand.