Facial Paralysis Husband, Good Morning

Gu Nian felt a faint mint aroma approaching her, followed by a hot body temperature. Looking down, she could see that the neat and tidy suit was suddenly very close to her.

She held her breath nervously, ducked back subconsciously, and the back of her head pressed against the back of the chair with no way out.

“Chu…Chu Zhaoyang! You…” Gu Nian shouted nervously, “Don’t lean over!”

As soon as she finished speaking, Gu Nian heard a “click”.

Gu Nian froze in embarrassment, still maintaining her original posture, without moving her head. But her dark eyes slowly slid to the corner, and she saw Chu Zhaoyang’s elegant and slender hand hitting the seat belt buckle.

The “click” sound just now was exactly the sound of Chu Zhaoyang fastening her seat belt.

He was just… fastening the seat belt, did he have to be so close to her, and the posture was so ambiguous. What did he want to do!

Wasn’t this… Wasn’t it meant to make her misunderstand?

Chu Zhaoyang’s forehead had a little bit of sweat. He leaned over just now, and stretched out his left hand to pull the seat belt over her right shoulder, which stretched the wound on his left shoulder, and the pain made his face pale again, and he could no longer maintain the movement of staying close to Gu Nian, so he hurriedly sat back.

“What’s the matter with you?” Seeing his face, Gu Nian became worried, and couldn’t care about her own embarrassment.

Chu Zhaoyang was speechless from the pain. He took two deep breaths and barely suppressed it before he said, “It’s alright.”

Chu Zhaoyang had already started the car, as he stepped on the accelerator to go out, he turned his head to look at her and his pale lips seemed to be dyed with a little pleasure: “Are you worried about me?”

Due to the pain of the wound, he had no strength to speak loudly, it sounded as if his voice was stuck in his throat, it sounded a little dry and hoarse, but it was inexplicably magnetic, and his black eyes were clear and burning.

Even if the wound was hurting, but with Gu Nian’s concern, he felt that it was all worth it.

Gu Nian stopped talking, blushed and turned her head away.

If he liked to be so tired, than let it be!

Chu Zhaoyang’s long fingers resting on the steering wheel were about to move, and the slender and clean fingertips wanted to touch Gu Nian’s face, but at this time, he could only bear it and tap the steering wheel repeatedly.

After a long time, Gu Nian asked, “Where are we going?”

“To eat.” Chu Zhaoyang answered briefly.

Due to the prosperous location of the restaurant, parking was difficult. There was a large parking lot near the restaurant.

Chu Zhaoyang parked the car, got off with Gu Nian, and walked to the restaurant. There was still a distance to the restaurant, about ten minutes on foot.

Chu Zhaoyang thoughtfully walked on the side close to the road, protecting Gu Nian on his right side. Gu Nian was wearing flat ballet shoes so she just reached his shoulders. The breeze blew her hair strands over her shoulders.

The ends of her hair were blown up, and it was only a matter of time before it was swept to his chin.

The breeze also slowly blew the fragrance from the tips of her hair into his nose.

Chu Zhaoyang’s throat moved, and he didn’t know if it was because of the sultry weather. His mouth was dry, his breathing was heavy, and it was indescribably hot.

He lowered his head slightly, and looked at Gu Nian, who was walking beside him, from the corner of his eyes. The two always kept a short distance from each other, and whenever their arms were about to rub each other, she quickly moved away. Like a naughty elf dancing in the wind, sometimes approaching, sometimes going far away, but never letting him catch herself.

Chu Zhaoyang’s heart was about to move, and his eyes fell on her hand close to his side. The fingertips trembled, and the index finger was slightly bent, moving gently towards Gu Nian’s finger.

Seeing that their hands were about to meet, he didn’t have the courage to withdraw it, and looked down at Gu Nian’s fair and soft hands. Her fingers were thin and long, looking soft and boneless. He could even faintly see the blue blood vessels inside the soft white hand. It was warmed by the sun.

Chu Zhaoyang’s heart fluttered, and he reached out and grabbed Gu Nian’s hand.