"You should ask yourself that."
"Me?" Qiao Xiguan was even more perplexed.
"What were you yelling about in the dead of night!"
"What was I yelling about?" Qiao Xiguan was still clueless.
Gu Zichen glared at Qiao Xiguan and, without a word, sat in his wheelchair and wheeled away.
Watching Gu Zichen's retreating figure, Qiao Xiguan thought this guy must really have a problem.
Must be something wrong in his head.
What a waste of such a handsome face.
As Qiao Xiguan silently complained to herself, suddenly, a loud noise rang in her ears.
The noise came from the room next door, which normally had very good soundproofing. However, when the haughty, disabled young master returned to his room earlier, he didn't close the connecting door, causing the sounds that came through to be exceptionally loud.
She wasn't someone who normally enjoyed prying into others' affairs or meddling in their lives, but she had just awoken from a nightmare and couldn't fall back asleep, so with a look befitting someone watching a farce, she walked through the door to the adjacent room.
You'd never know if you didn't look, and upon looking, she really did get a shock.
Just where did the disabled young master get the ability to throw himself about like this, not only landing sprawling on the floor but the wheelchair crushing down on him—was this a rhythm indicative of questioning intelligence?!
Seeming to sense an extra person in the room, even though he was still lying on the ground, the disabled young master shot a sharp look over, "Who let you in!"
Qiao Xiguan pursed her lips, his temper still so flaring at a time like this.
"Get out." The disabled young master bellowed.
Qiao Xiguan rolled her eyes, who would want to see this anyway.
There was nothing worth seeing.
She turned around, preparing to leave.
"Wait." The disabled young master spoke up again.
Qiao Xiguan stood at the door, with an expression that asked what exactly he wanted.
"Help me up."
Qiao Xiguan looked at the disabled young master.
Just a minute ago you were chasing me away, now you want my help. Even if you don't use the word 'please', I won't pick at that, but how can you still be so brazen?!
"Hurry up." The disabled young master urged.
Qiao Xiguan, lips pressed together tightly, walked over and struggled to lift the wheelchair off him. She swore she really didn't do it on purpose, her hands slipping again and again, causing the wheelchair to roll over the disabled young master several times.
What was the disabled young master's expression?
Qiao Xiguan said she didn't see.
After moving the wheelchair, Qiao Xiguan squatted down to help the disabled young master, and with great effort, she moved him onto the bed.
She couldn't help but take a few extra glances at his powerless legs.
"Have you seen enough?" the disabled young master's eyes tightened.
"Can't you even say thank you?!" Qiao Xiguan was furious.
Am I a vegetarian here, am I a pushover here, and you can just squish however you like?!
The disabled young master seemed to be stunned.
"If you aren't going to say thank you, guess what, I'll just stay on your bed tonight and not leave!" she said, and promptly lay down beside Gu Zichen.
Since the man was incapable of anything, she had nothing to worry about.
Gu Zichen's eyes remained fixed on Qiao Xiguan, seemingly not expecting this originally timid woman to have become so bold suddenly.
"Keep staring, and be careful your eyes pop out," Qiao Xiguan turned over and went to sleep.
Gu Zichen watched Qiao Xiguan fiercely but, surprisingly, said not another word.
With her back turned to Gu Zichen, Qiao Xiguan looked around the room, biting her lip.
In truth, she was afraid to sleep alone.
She was afraid of being alone.
She was afraid that those gory and ghastly images in her mind would keep corroding her soul, over and over again.
She remembered her parents, who had died with her in the car accident, and how they had been on their way to the airport, supposedly to go on a vacation abroad ...
She bit her lip, biting down hard.
Tears silently rolled down her cheeks.
The moment she was reborn, she told herself not to cry, not until the day Qi Lingfeng saw his downfall, she had no right to cry, nor did she have the right to visit her parents' graves...
Qi Lingfeng, do you know how much I hate you?!
The next day. Early in the morning.
Qiao Xiguan opened her eyes.
She had thought she would be up all night, but to her surprise, she had drifted off while her thoughts were still muddled, and even had a dreamless sleep. Upon waking, she felt refreshed.
She turned her head and saw the disabled young master still sleeping beside her.
The disabled young master looked particularly handsome in his sleep, with a slight frown on his forehead and his lips gently pursed, his skin so delicate it looked like it could be broken with a puff.
"Seen enough?" a dark male voice asked, utterly cold and detached.
Qiao Xiguan almost died of fright.
Did this man grow a third eye or what?!
She suppressed her shock and watched as the man gradually opened his eyes, his dark eyes deep and inscrutable, like a spring that could never be seen through, yet possessing a lethal attractiveness.
From afar, he was handsome, but from close up, even more so.
"Still looking?" the face of the disabled young master turned cold.
"Can't you change your lines? My ears have calluses listening to the same thing," Qiao Xiguan retorted, her eyes flickering.
"Get up," the disabled young master was never patient with her.
Every word and sentence was concise and to the point.
Qiao Xiguan rolled out of bed, intending to go to the bathroom to freshen up.
"And me!" the disabled young master roared.
He seemed extremely irritated by being ignored.
Qiao Xiguan looked at him, pointed to herself, and asked, "Me help you get up?"
"Is there anyone else in this room?!"
Qiao Xiguan bit her lip and walked over, "Need to use the bathroom?"
"Don't you see I'm still in pajamas?"
"Me help you change clothes?" Qiao Xiguan asked, her eyes wide in disbelief.
The disabled young master gave her a look as if she were an idiot.
Qiao Xiguan was very annoyed, "Your damned legs are disabled, but your hands aren't, what's with the pretense?!"
The disabled young master's face went through a spectrum of shades, turning pitch black instantaneously.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became suffocating.
Qiao Xiguan bit her lip, had she touched upon some bottom line of the disabled young master?!
Qiao Xiguan was chased out by Gu Zichen.
That man Gu Zichen was a lunatic, turning his face faster than flipping a book.
Without even washing her face or combing her hair, she was kicked out of the room. She bit her lip, feeling all kinds of displeasure.
It was just because she mentioned his disability that he threw such a huge tantrum!
He was already disabled, yet she wasn't allowed to talk about it.
But then again.
She pursed her lips, isn't this how people are?
The more it hurts, the more they fear being poked there.
Her steps suddenly halted in front of another room down the corridor, the door was ajar, and a voice that was neither loud nor soft came through.
"Xiaoling, did you give the young master his acupressure massage last night?" It was Qi Huifen's voice, slow but implying a certain authority.