Since gaining his memory, Gu Yan hadn't allowed anyone to get so close to him except for Gu Jiao.
Of course, Gu Jiao was his twin sister. They had been together since before they were born.
Gu Yan felt uncomfortable and wanted to withdraw, but he found he couldn't muster the words to scold the person.
He couldn't quite explain whether he was intimidated by the other's imposing presence, or if he was genuinely shell-shocked by the condition of his face and foot.
Like a well-behaved little quail, Gu Yan obediently sat on the horse saddle, trying to distance himself from Gu Changqing. However, the saddle wasn't large, and Gu Yan's back kept bumping into Gu Changqing's chest.
Gu Yan winced in discomfort, murmuring, "Are you made of iron? You're so stiff."
The journey wasn't long. They soon arrived at their home. Gu Changqing dismounted first and turned to Gu Yan, who looked resentful, "Can you dismount?"
Gu Yan covered his grotesque swollen face with his sleeve.
