17 – “What are you playing at with this abstinence?”
Gu Wushuang watched the two about to come out and instinctively hid.
With that dodge, the two took the elevator and left.
Gu Wushuang wished she could smack herself, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.
Why was she hiding?
She hadn’t done anything wrong!
With that thought, she straightened her back and walked out with her head held high, following after them.
Sitting in the car, Gu Wushuang watched Wen Ning standing alone by the roadside—long wavy hair, and what looked like a wound on her face?
Just as she leaned forward to get a better look—
The passenger door was suddenly pulled open.
Gu Wushuang was startled out of her wits.
It wasn’t until she saw who it was that she let out a long sigh of relief.
“Do you have a problem?”
“Don’t you know to knock on the car door first?”
He Chuan stretched his long legs in and sat down, casually closing the door. But the seat was too far forward for his legs to stretch out, so he reached down, adjusted the seat back, buckled his seatbelt, and said, “What guilty conscience do you have? Scared like that?”
Gu Wushuang watched his smooth, fluid series of actions. “None of your business?”
“Is this your car? You just get in and sit down.”
“Get out!”
He Chuan leaned back in the seat, looking at her, a slight smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “You can sit on big brother’s lap, but big brother can’t sit in your car?”
Gu Wushuang’s face flushed red, like someone had stepped on her tail, and she bristled. “I was drunk! A drunk person doesn’t know what they’re doing!”
“Besides, why didn’t you move your butt? You just sat there without budging. I haven’t even accused you of doing it on purpose!”
“And anyway, that was ages ago. You’ve wandered around that entertainment place so many times—I refuse to believe not a single girl has sat on your lap!”
She refused to believe that with a face as flashy as his, no girl had ever thrown herself at him.
Was he really going to try to blackmail her with this?
Not a chance!
He Chuan folded his hands behind his head and said, “None of them had your guts.”
“They didn’t dare sit.”
Hearing this, Gu Wushuang felt her anger instantly deflate. This wasn’t going the way she’d expected.
“Wait, you don’t exactly look like the type to keep yourself pure. What are you playing at with this abstinence?”
“Do you even know how to play it right?”
He Chuan was all roguish charm—he kept his hair in a short buzz cut, had a face that screamed wild and unrestrained, a body trained solid and muscular with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He never held back in a fight. Back in the day, Old Master He had disciplined him plenty, but he never learned his lesson.
Gu Wushuang had always thought, since she was little, that he’d make a perfect bodyguard for her.
He could fight.
And he could take a beating.
Back then, whenever He Chuan got kicked and dragged by the old master to squat in horse stance at the entrance of the compound, little Gu Wushuang would hear the commotion, grab her rice bowl, and sit on the doorstep watching him eat with great relish.
She could barely even hold her chopsticks properly, yet she never forgot to tease He Chuan, who was a year older than Gu Sixu.
The moment He Chuan so much as moved, she’d call out in her baby voice toward the compound across the way for Uncle He, and He Chuan was guaranteed to get a beating.
He Chuan heard what she said, and the smile at the corner of his mouth spread wider. “Then teach me how to play it.”
“Should I have kissed you behind everyone’s back when the power went out, and you shoved me away?”
“Or should I have let Gu Sixu find out something back then, so he’d take you home and give you a proper lesson in moral education?”
Gu Wushuang was both red-faced and speechless at his words. The moment she heard he might spill this to her brother, she said, “He Chuan, you’re really gutless!”
“Is that all you can do—tattle like that?”
Gu Wushuang was afraid of her brother.
When Gu Wushuang was little and was followed by a stalker, Gu Sixu nearly beat the man to death, covered in blood.
Having never seen anything like that, Gu Wushuang trembled all over, clutching her little schoolbag and crying.
In the end, it was He Chuan who scooped her up and comforted her for a long while.
At this moment, He Chuan took in all her little thoughts at a glance and smiled. “And who’s the one who loves to tattle?”
Guessed it? ()
He Chuan and Gu Wushuang, this pair.
No angst between them at all.
But they do love to bicker with words.