But he didn't, not only did he not, he watched her like a clown...
Was it to entertain him? Or to entertain the white moonlight he held dear at the tip of his heart for so many years?
The woman's head bumped into the bedside table, making a 'thud' sound, and Gu Shaozhi looked at her crumpled little face, feeling both heartache and amusement.
Ignoring her almost negligible struggle, he reached out to pull her into his arms, "Let's not talk about anything else, just about that slap you gave me and how you didn't manage to kick me just now. Your strength was about as much as scratching an itch. You don't even have the energy to hit me, and you think you can undress and bathe yourself?"
Wanxia collapsed into the man's arms, feeling weak all over, her fists hitting his chest were also soft and weak.
