Chapter 6: The Shape of Love

And he, the calmer he appeared on the surface, the more panicked he felt inside.

He, the proper Young Master of the Gu Family, had never blown anyone's hair before.

How did he end up blowing her hair by a strange twist of fate?

What she said indeed struck a chord in his heart.

Over all these years, when had he ever felt anyone else's warmth?

He understood her feelings.

He moved slowly, afraid of hurting her.

All he could smell was her scent.

"Maybe I should do it myself!"

He blew it so slowly, I don't know when he'll finish.

He had no intention of giving her the hair dryer.

"If you wait till my hair's dry, my clothes will get wet again," she said, shrugging helplessly.

She actually said that so bluntly?

Impatient, he handed the hair dryer to her; indeed, after he finished blowing, who knows what time it would be.

She dried it in a couple of strokes, her rough technique making him feel she was hardly a woman.

He turned and went to sleep on the bed.

He sleeps on the bed, so where does she sleep? Does this mean they have to share a bed?

She quickly dismissed that idea, wanting to sleep on the floor, so she grabbed a blanket from the sofa and spread it on the floor.

"Sleep on the bed," he said, and she looked at him lying on his side.

Even with his eyes closed, could he still know what she was doing?

She saw his face beneath his hair, and even so, he didn't seem so cold.

"I won't move you," he said, opening his eyes, and their gazes met.

She momentarily panicked.

By the way, what does it mean that he won't move her?

Does it mean she's inadequate?

"I didn't think that at all! With you like this, I still wouldn't look down on you!" she said, feigning fierceness.

"Is that so?" he said, slightly sitting up and pulling her onto the bed in one motion.

She lunged into his embrace, her head pressing against his chest.

Is that his heartbeat or hers, beating so fast?

"Then just sleep nicely," he said, pushing her away.

"Of course!"

Her tone sounded like she was saying, "I'm not afraid of you!"

With a bang, he turned off the light.

She felt him move closer to her, and she instinctively dodged.

But he directly hugged her from behind.

"Didn't you say to sleep nicely? How..." Before she could finish, she heard his steady breathing.

"You fell asleep that fast?" she thought while trying to pull his hand from her waist.

But being held tightly by him, she couldn't loosen her grip.

This man, his talk is like farting!

She silently cursed.

It seems tonight can only be like this.

In the morning, after she woke up, his presence was gone from the bed.

She instinctively lifted the blanket to look.

Good, her clothes were still there.

"Is it eleven o'clock?" she reached for her phone, "Why didn't that bastard call me?!"

"Oh no, oh no, I still have class today!" she frantically washed her face and brushed her teeth, randomly grabbed one of his clothes to wear, and hurried downstairs.

"Good morning, Young Mistress," Lín āyí seemed to be waiting especially for her at the stairwell.

"Lín āyí, good morning," she said, unsure whether to say good morning or good afternoon.

"Young Mistress, please," she said, and without thinking followed Lín āyí behind her into a room.

Inside were all kinds of girls' clothes, shoes, bags, accessories—everything.

Even various sizes of underwear and panties were neatly placed in the cabinet.

Such a large room, with clothes neatly arranged, made her eyes dizzy for a moment.

With so many women's things, it seems the rumor that he's a playboy is probably true; he perhaps often brings women home.

"Young Mistress, the Young Master is waiting for you; please change and come out for a meal."

Lín āyí said that and then closed the door.

With so many clothes, she didn't know which to pick, so she just chose the one nearest her and also picked suitable underwear.

"Lín āyí, I'm ready," she said, opening the door to see Lín āyí waiting outside.

She wore a casual outfit, dressed very casually, yet it also had the vitality appropriate for her age.

Her long hair hanging down looked somewhat loose, but it suited her aloof, pure temperament even more.

Lín āyí also secretly thought, the Young Master has good taste; the Young Mistress's beauty makes people feel at ease.

Young Mistress, please go downstairs to eat.

From far away upstairs, she saw him waiting for her at the dining table.

"I won't eat, I still have class." She didn't even sit down.

"Eat." He still had an irresistible tone.

She had no choice but to sit down, completely ignoring her table manners, eating in big mouthfuls.

"I'm full!" In a short while she had eaten two bowls of rice.

He was also puzzled: how could she eat so fast, her mouth isn't even big?

She silently waited for him to eat, unconsciously staring at his face.

His manner of eating was refined and leisurely, truly bearing the air of a young master.

Originally, he was indeed a young master, and also the renowned Young Master Gu of Luo Hai City.

At Luo Hai Xue Yuan she had heard many rumors about him.

But the descriptions of him in the rumors seemed less and less like him the more she looked.

"Have you seen enough?" he asked, without lifting his head to look at her.

She hurriedly looked elsewhere, hiding her embarrassment.

After finishing his meal, he prepared to go out.

"Aren't you leaving?" she was still wondering where he was going when she heard his voice.

She obediently followed behind him.

"Young Master, Young Mistress, please get in the car."

It turned out that Old Chen had been waiting for them outside the door already.

Where to? She wanted to ask but didn't.

——Civil Affairs Bureau——

After getting out of the car, she knew what they had come to do.

She had long been mentally prepared; after getting the marriage certificate, he should also fulfill his promise to treat her grandmother's illness.

"You two, get closer!" the photographer said, seeing their cold faces, really not knowing how to shoot.

Yet the two of them didn't move an inch.

"Are you two really here to get a marriage certificate?" the photographer couldn't help but say.

She didn't want to embarrass the photographer, so she moved closer to him and put on her photo‑session smile.

"Exactly! Like that, look at the camera, guys, smile a little." The photographer looked very satisfied.

"Smile a little." she whispered to him, and poked him with her hand.

He still kept a straight face; seeing the photographer getting anxious, she directly reached out to tickle him, finally managing to make him smile.

Fortunately he is ticklish, otherwise there really would have been no way.

"Click!" one sound, then another, and finally the photo was taken.

Her face was frozen from smiling.

She was quite satisfied with the photo; obviously he looks handsome when he smiles, yet he refuses to!

Looking at the marriage certificate in her hand, she was thus married.

"Honey, look at that guy, he's so handsome!" another girl exclaimed, swooning over him.

"Don't look!" the boy next to the girl said jealously.

"You forbid me to look, yet what are you looking at yourself?" the girl saw the boy secretly looking at Chu Liuli, fiercely grabbed his ear and dragged him away.

This is probably what love should be like: my eyes can glance at others, but my heart holds only you.

She stared blankly for a moment, then turned back and realized he was waiting for her.

"You married me just to anger your dad?"

She didn't know why she asked such a question, just out of curiosity?

"Otherwise? You're also doing it for your grandmother."

Exactly, they're just using each other; what is she expecting?

Before, she also fantasized about wearing a wedding dress and marrying the man she loved, but now the meaning of marriage has changed.

In the car, they hadn't spoken a word; originally they were both as cold as ice cubes, and apart they were each a great iceberg.

——Luo Hai Xue Yuan——

"Isn't that Young Master Gu?"

"Yes! Really handsome!"

"Look! There's also Chu Liuli!"

"How did she come in his private car? Are they sleeping together?"

"No way!"

"This progress is way too fast!"

"I really want to know what it's like for two people as cold as icebergs to be together, both with straight faces and not speaking."

Indeed it is.

As soon as they arrived at school, they became the center of attention.

He has seen this kind of scene many times; she has too.