Gu Beisheng put her ear against his chest and could clearly hear his powerful heartbeat, beating again and again, but without any disorder.
The two were so close that you could smell his breath. He exhaled hot air, Chinese herbal medicine mixed with the refreshing breath of mint. The numbing feeling immediately spread through the skin to the limbs.
She almost reflexively got out of his arms and distanced herself from him.
He threw a few strands of hair behind his forehead to hide his embarrassment: "Why are you here?"
Fu Xizhou straightened the suit that was messed up by her, and his eyes deepened a little when they fell on the bright red on the lining.
Looking up, he saw a little red mark on the edge of her beautiful lips, and her lip makeup was smudged.
He raised his skeletal hand, placed his thumb on the corner of her mouth, and rubbed it gently.
Suddenly, Gu Beisheng's breathing became messy.
This touch, the warmth of her thumb, almost instantly brought her memory back to that night five years ago.
The temperature in the man's palm and the touch of his thumb were exactly the same.
It felt like something hit her chest hard.
She immediately distanced herself from him.
He had wiped away all the red on the corners of her lips.
Gu Beisheng stared at his fingertips, feeling panic for the first time.
Fu Xizhou put one hand in his pocket and said in a rare gentle voice: "Thank you for today."
Gu Beisheng was a little surprised. In grandma's room, he was still full of energy, and he suddenly thanked her sincerely, which made her feel a little embarrassed for a moment.
After a while, he responded: "This is my duty. You don't need to thank me. If there is nothing else, I will go to the kitchen to make a medicinal soup for grandma to help her recover as soon as possible."
After saying that, without waiting for his answer, he turned around and ran away.
Fu Xizhou looked at her fleeing back, his long eyebrows like blades frowning slightly.
Gu Beisheng today seems different from before.
She was afraid of him for a moment, as if he were a ferocious beast. She had never been like this before.
Gu Beisheng's change made him feel less comfortable.
He lowered his head and looked at the red lipstick on his thumb, and couldn't help but think of the soft and warm touch against the corner of her mouth.
Suddenly I understood why she had such a big change when facing him.
It's because the action just now seemed too ambiguous.
His eyes darkened a lot, and there was a trace of restlessness in his eyes. He did it subconsciously.
This kind of behavior is not a good thing for him.
…
Gu Beisheng made the medicinal soup and asked Butler Ye to bring it over in person.
When she returned to the room and didn't see Fu Xizhou, she breathed a sigh of relief.
At this time, the phone rang.
"Sister Shengsheng, the emperor has paid off. The 129th waning moon grass you planted survived and blossomed and bore fruit. I put the fruits in a jar to preserve them."
Gu Beisheng raised his lips and was a little excited: "Find a sunny day to dig out the waning moon grass and waning moon fruit and send them to Nan'anju, along with other medicinal herbs. You must be extremely careful not to make any mistakes. "
"good."
Gu Beisheng hung up the phone, looking forward to meeting the precious flowers and plants that she had cared for for many years.
In the next few days, Gu Beisheng found an open space in the back garden where she could nourish her babies, and then she felt relieved.
…
Third Psychiatric Hospital.
Gu Xinyu came early in the morning. All the mentally ill patients were doing exercises on the playground. Some were fighting and playing, and some were even crying and urinating everywhere.
Her eyes were full of contempt, and she finally felt a little comfort when she thought about Gu Beisheng's life with these mentally retarded people for the past five years.
While waiting, Gu Beisheng's attending physician arrived.
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