"How could you? You’re either a Lu Hui who can resist temptation, or you’re sick." Gu Youyou replied with a mocking laugh.
"I’m sick?" Just said he wasn’t up to par, now she’s saying he’s sick?
Gentle as he was, only she could push him to the brink of wanting to tear her apart.
Maybe it was his frightening gaze that made Gu Youyou shrink her neck guiltily, and then she shook off his hand, saying, "I’m a doctor, you don’t have to be embarrassed in front of me. I can even cure Yuancheng’s illness, this... ow, bastard!"
Before she could finish, her lips were sealed by another set of lips.
She couldn’t stand it when he did this to her, it was too bullying.
He didn’t want to touch her, so why tease her ?
She began to struggle fiercely, but her struggles were like that of a kitten scratching in his presence, which he simply didn’t care about.
This bastard was going too far.
Gu Youyou suddenly opened her mouth wide and bit down on him.
Bite him to death, that’ll teach him.
Jin Zijin let out a muffled grunt of pain, finally releasing her swollen lips.
Gu Youyou saw the place where she had bitten him, and the lip was already split, oozing crimson blood.
That pain, however, brought back his senses.
He almost proved on the spot whether he was really sick or not, or if he was truly up to par.
She was both embarrassed and furious, nearly shouting with a crying tone, "Either don’t touch me, or what does this count as? If you’re really sick I’ll treat you for free."
Jin Zijin was stunned for a moment, and after a short while, he let her go.
He truly had no words to counter her rebuke.
After coming to his senses, he regained his rationale, and how could he easily take this step?
He had left himself two options, either to become Monarch or to be the State Preceptor, only through that could he fulfill that mission. If he took her now, there would only be one path left.
For her, he was willing to forsake the safest path, but he couldn’t explain this to his master and his fellow disciples, and although his master had not explicitly said it, he understood his meaning.
How could he let everyone down because of a moment of private desire, in light of his master’s life-saving grace?
He was always careful and cautious, not leaving any handle for others, but he was not a man to forget favors and violate duties.
He sat there dejectedly, hands on his knees, and turned his head to look at her.
It took a long time before he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Youyou, can you wait for me?"
’Wait for what,’ she really wanted to retort, a line her assistant from a past life loved to say.
But as she stared into his eyes, filled with helplessness and sorrow, she forcefully swallowed the words she was about to say.