Gu Yixuan looked at her features, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. Even if his head was splitting with pain, as long as he was holding her, seeing her in his arms, he could bear the sharp agony.
After kissing her cheek, Gu Yixuan felt very sweet inside, and his headache seemed to lessen as well.
He watched her for a while longer before he gently got up and walked to the balcony.
He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and placed it between his fingers without actually smoking it. He enjoyed the smell of tobacco but seldom smoked, so he often let it burn quietly on its own.
With the faint scent of the smoke, his headache eased slightly.
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When the cigarette in his hand was spent, he flicked his fingers, and the butt followed a curve through the air before landing on the lawn.
The moment he turned around, a warm stream flowed from his nose, a flash of faint surprise in his eyes. With a light touch of his fingertips, he found the bright red liquid.
Returning to the room, Gu Yixuan wiped the blood with a tissue, flushed it down the toilet, and then took a bath.
The cold water poured over him with a whoosh, but he didn’t feel cold at all.
By the time he finished bathing, Mo Ran had already opened her eyes and was just sitting up.
"Awake? Why not sleep a bit longer?" he asked as he dried his hair.
"Can’t sleep anymore." Even though she was tired, the worry for him kept her from falling asleep.
Mo Ran put on her slippers and took the initiative to get the hair dryer.
"Let me dry your hair for you."
Gu Yixuan was momentarily stunned, then a smile slowly spread across his face, "Okay."
He set the towel aside, sat down beside the bed, while Mo Ran climbed onto the bed behind him, kneeling and gently combing through his short hair with her fingers.
The hair dryer whirred, yet they didn’t find it noisy at all.
Gu Yixuan’s hair was really nice, neither too soft nor too hard, and it had a lustrous quality.
After drying his hair, she took a comb and carefully styled his hair for him.
"Let’s go on a date."
"A date?" Mo Ran stopped the combing.
Gu Yixuan turned around, pulled her towards him, and held her in his embrace, "Yes, tonight, let’s go see a movie, have a candlelight dinner."
"Why today? You haven’t fully recovered yet." Mo Ran blinked, puzzled.
Gu Yixuan’s dark eyes looked at her as he took the comb from her hand and began to tidy her slightly disheveled long hair.