Gu Xijiu nodded, with a smile on her face: "It's delicious." Her eyes were as pure as a seven or eight-year-old child.
Mo Zhao sighed lightly and asked her again: "The day after tomorrow is the day when you and I will get married. Are you happy?"
Gu Xijiu's eyes were bright: "Does getting married mean being together forever?"
"Yes, you will be my wife after we get married, and you will always be by my side."
"Well, then I'm happy." Gu Xijiu answered without hesitation.
After eating, she immediately started clearing away the dishes like a little daughter-in-law. Mo Zhao stopped her and said, "You are the future wife of the Lord. You don't have to do these rough jobs. Just let the servants come." He rang a silver bell on the table, and sure enough, a maid came in and cleaned up quickly, and then He bowed his head and retreated.
"Brother Zhao, would you like some more tea?" Gu Xijiu asked diligently.
Mo Zhao paused and shook his head: "No need, I'm not thirsty."
"Are your shoulders sore? Should I give you a pounding?"
Mo Zhao: "..." He couldn't help but sigh: "No need, you have already beaten me eight times today!"
"Oh." Gu Xijiu responded and stopped talking. She lowered her eyes and acted like a fool.
Mo Zhao looked at her and couldn't help but said: "Xijiu, there are actually many ways you can please me, not just making tea and beating shoulders. Do you want to think of another one?"
Gu Xijiu looked at him blankly and repeated: "Think about another thing?" She seemed to be thinking hard, but after thinking for a moment, she lay on the table holding her head: "Headache! My head hurts!"
Mo Zhao: "..."
When Long Fan came in, Gu Xijiu was holding her head and moaning, with cold sweat all over her forehead.
Long Fan frowned: "Why did you irritate her again?" He took out a pill and walked quickly to Gu Xijiu, trying to lift her up and feed her the medicine.
But as soon as he helped her, Gu Xijiu took several steps back as if she had been stung by a scorpion: "Don't come here! It stinks!"
Long Fan: "..." He looked very unhappy and gave the pills to Mo Zhao: "Lord, please feed her."
Mo Zhao sighed, took the pill and brought it to Gu Xijiu's lips for her to take. Soon after taking it, Gu Xijiu felt groggy and sleepy.
Mo Zhao helped her to the bed and let her sleep.
She fell asleep quickly, almost falling asleep on the pillow. Mo Zhao called her several times in a low voice but she didn't respond.
"Long Fan, I just asked you to cleanse all her memories, not to make her stupid. You see she is like a little fool now. She only knows how to make tea and beat her shoulders!" Mo Zhao said in an irritable tone: "Let her think more. One way she has a headache, she won’t always be like this, right?!”
In fact, he still likes the thorny cold rose-like Gu Xijiu, not the silly Baitian now, whose intelligence is that of an eight or nine-year-old child at best!
Long Fan's face was expressionless: "Lord, the drug that cleanses all memories has side effects. This subordinate has already said that. What's more, you said that you hope she will be obedient, and you also said that you like to drink the tea she made. In your lifetime, I hope she can pat your shoulders for you, and from now on you will be the only one in her eyes... Now that these have been achieved, if the Lord is not satisfied anymore, then this subordinate... "
Mo Zhao choked and frowned: "But she looks like a piece of wood and has no interest... Can you help her improve her IQ?"
Long Fan glanced at Gu Xijiu on the bed...
(End of chapter)