"My head hurts." Song Wuyou frowned slightly.
"Lie down and rest." Gu Yanhao got up, took off his coat, and said with a smile, "I'm tired after a match with Mu Gu."
Thinking of Mu Gu, Song Wuyou's heart sank, and a gloomy look flashed in the depths of his eyes.
After she lay down, Gu Yanhao asked with concern: "Do you want to cover yourself with a quilt?"
Song Wuyou nodded, "Yes."
Gu Yanhao pinched her face, and said with a smile, "It's such a hot day and you need to cover yourself with a quilt."
"Cover it better, it won't be good if you catch a cold."
"I won't catch a cold." Gu Yanzhen lay down beside her, reached out, hugged her, and smiled charmingly: "I'll hold you to sleep, you won't catch a cold."
"If you hug me like this, I'll get hot." Song Wuyou moved his body.
"Don't move." Gu Yanhao said in a deep voice: "Don't you know that the more a woman struggles in a man's arms, the easier it is to arouse his desire?"
When Song Wuyou heard this, he acted obediently, and really didn't dare to move again.
Gu Yanhao pulled the quilt with one hand and threw it on the ground, "If you don't cover the quilt, you won't be hot."
"… "Who said that? His temperature is very high, okay
Because of being hugged by him, Song Wuyou didn't sleep much.
After sleeping at noon, she was not sleepy at all.
Because she thought too much, she didn't lie on the bed, and she didn't know what to do.
Also because of thinking too much, his mind was very messed up, and being hugged by Gu Haoyan, he couldn't fall asleep at all.
But Gu Yanzhen was lying beside her, it was impossible for her to keep her eyes open.
So, she closed her eyes.
But she was not sleepy, she closed her eyes, and there were more things in her mind.
The two paintings she saw today appeared in her mind in turn.
In the end, it caused her head to swell, and within half an hour, she left Gu Yanhao's arms and sat up.
Gu Yanhao opened his eyes with red threads in them. He looked at her with a hoarse voice, "Sleep?"
"Don't sleep anymore, if you sleep again, you won't be able to sleep at night." Song Wuyou said.
Gu Yanhao also sat up, "Wash your face and go downstairs."
"Yeah." Song Wuyou nodded and got out of bed.
She sat down at the dresser, ready to comb her hair.
Gu Yanhao hurriedly got out of bed and took the comb from her hand.
Song Wuyou was taken aback for a moment, raised his head, and looked at him in surprise: "What are you doing?"
Gu Yanhao looked at her and smiled, "Comb your hair."
Song Wuyou glanced at his head, "Your hair is not messy, it doesn't matter whether you comb it or not."
When Gu Yanhao heard this, the corners of his lips curled up, and he shook his head coolly, "Do you think I'm handsome?"
Song Wuyou twitched the corners of his mouth, "Am I not handsome?"
"Those who say I'm not handsome, don't know where the eyeballs have gone."
"Narcissism."
"I'm confident." Gu Yanhao raised her head and stroked her beautiful hair, "I'll help you comb your hair."
Song Wuyou was startled: "Will you know?"
He is dignified and considerate of the young master of the Gu family, helping women comb their hair
"Who doesn't know how to comb hair?" Gu Yanhao started.
With one hand, he caressed the blue silk-like hair, and in the other hand, he gently combed it with a comb.
The movements were very gentle, for fear of hurting her, but the technique was clumsy and a little blunt.
Song Wuyou sat there dignifiedly, letting him "toss".
She looked at Gu Yanhao in the mirror, with clear and beautiful eyes, feeling sad for a moment.
That time, beside the river, there were some wild flowers in the distance beside the river, big red, pink, white, yellow, all kinds of wild flowers were blooming.
Butterflies are flying among the flowers, and bees are gathering powder on the petals.
By the river, there are pebbles that have been washed and become very smooth.
Song Wuyou was wearing plain men's clothes, with long black hair, stepped on the pebbles, walked into the river and squatted down, bent his head sideways, held a wooden comb, and combed straight black hair.
At this time, familiar footsteps sounded behind him.
She didn't have to look back to know who was coming.
She hooked her lips sweetly, watching the rippling figure reflected in the river getting closer and closer.
He knelt down behind her, his deep voice was mellow and magnetic, "I'll wash your hair for you."
"My hair is a little messy and a little difficult to comb." Her cheeks were rosy.
"I'll help you tidy up."
"Um."
Then, he took the wooden comb from her hand, and skillfully combed and washed her hair—
His movements are elegant and skilled, hundreds of times better than the current Gu Yanhao—