"Do you like it?" Something seemed to flash in Leng Ziyue's pitch - black eyes. "It's too cheap."
After saying that, he stuffed a pill into Gu Ruobai's mouth, then stood up. "No matter what happens, he mustn't get up from here."
Su Mingyu nodded. "Okay."
Although she was a bit curious about Leng Ziyue's attitude just now, Su Mingyu wasn't a garrulous person, so she just pretended not to hear.
The autumn weather was quite good for Gu Ruobai. There was no scorching sun. Su Mingyu gathered a pile of grass to make herself sit comfortably, then focused on guarding beside Gu Ruobai.
Two days passed in a flash. During this period, apart from giving Gu Ruobai a pill when he came to bring some food and water, Leng Ziyue didn't do much else.
Although a bit anxious, seeing Leng Ziyue's confident look, Su Mingyu didn't ask too many questions.
But on the fifth day, Su Mingyu finally couldn't hold it in anymore. She frowned and looked at Leng Ziyue. "Young Master Leng, it's already the fifth day today."
Leng Ziyue naturally knew what she meant. He raised an eyebrow. "What's the hurry? It takes ten days for the poison to fully take effect, and the antidote can't be made overnight."
Although she knew this was the case, Su Mingyu was still a bit anxious. "But he doesn't have much time left."
Leng Ziyue glanced at Gu Ruobai, whose face was pale. After a long while, he fixed his eyes. "I'll come to give him acupuncture tomorrow."
After saying that, Leng Ziyue left again. Su Mingyu was helpless.
But for some reason, she always felt that Leng Ziyue was very contradictory. Although he was saving Gu Ruobai, he didn't seem very willing.
He clearly didn't seem willing, but still brought her meals every day. Such contradictions made Su Mingyu completely confused about what he was up to.
The next day, Leng Ziyue came as promised, carrying a big box.
He didn't waste any words. He lifted Gu Ruobai's inner garment and quickly, accurately and firmly inserted silver needles one by one.
Seeing his forceful hand, Su Mingyu couldn't help frowning.
As Leng Ziyue inserted more and more needles, Gu Ruobai's face became more and more ugly.
Su Mingyu watched nervously from the side but didn't dare to make a sound. At this moment, the sky suddenly darkened. Leng Ziyue's face suddenly turned ugly. "There's an umbrella in the box. Open it."
When Su Mingyu hurriedly opened the umbrella, she felt a heavy weight on her hand. Just the umbrella ribs must weigh about five pounds!
But seeing that it was about to rain, Su Mingyu didn't dare to delay. She half - squatted on the ground to hold the umbrella for Gu Ruobai and Leng Ziyue. Immediately, the torrential rain poured down. Almost in an instant, Su Mingyu was drenched like a drowned rat.
However, she still tried hard to hold the umbrella towards Gu Ruobai and Leng Ziyue. After Leng Ziyue finished the acupuncture, he saw Su Mingyu, who was completely soaked. He raised an eyebrow and looked at himself and Gu Ruobai, who were well protected. He couldn't help sneering. "You girl are quite interesting."
The autumn rain was already a bit cold. Su Mingyu's whole body was stiff. She didn't have any mood to talk to him at all. She just rolled her eyes. "After all, you're the doctor. You can't catch a cold."
Seeing this, Leng Ziyue hooked the corner of his lips playfully and had no intention of going over to help Su Mingyu at all.
Su Mingyu didn't even have the thought of asking him to hold the umbrella for her.
This man seemed to have a bit of the benevolence of a doctor, but in fact, he was extremely cold - hearted.
After getting along for these days, Su Mingyu had completely figured out his personality.
If it had nothing to do with him or with life and death, Leng Ziyue wouldn't care at all. He just let Su Mingyu work alone without showing any tenderness towards the fairer sex.
The autumn thunderstorm didn't last long. Just when Su Mingyu was about to be dragged to the ground by the weight of the umbrella, the rain finally stopped.
Su Mingyu threw the umbrella aside tiredly and then let out a long sigh of relief.
"Young Master Leng... Is Gu Ruobai okay?"
Leng Ziyue reached out to feel his pulse and then replied surely. "He's okay. He won't die."
After saying that, Leng Ziyue stood up, patted the dust on his clothes, then took out a bottle from his sleeve, poured out a brown pill and fed it into Gu Ruobai's mouth.
No one knew what miraculous effect the pill had. As soon as he fed it in, Gu Ruobai's facial features instantly twisted together, and then he spat out a mouthful of dark - red dirty blood.
As the blood was spat out, Leng Ziyue reached out to touch Gu Ruobai's forehead. He clearly felt his body temperature rising bit by bit. Then he let out a sigh of relief. "Now he's really better. Let's go. Take him back."
Watching Leng Ziyue pull out the needles, Su Mingyu looked at him suspiciously. "This... Is he really okay?"
Leng Ziyue raised an eyebrow. "Otherwise?"
Su Mingyu shook her head. "No, I just thought there would be more twists and turns."
Saying that, she jumped out of the hot spring, fished Gu Ruobai up, and without being coy, wiped him dry and changed his clothes right in front of Leng Ziyue. Her skillful speed made Leng Ziyue raise an eyebrow. "It seems you're quite adaptable."
Su Mingyu didn't even lift her eyelids. "I'm afraid he'll catch a cold again."
When Su Mingyu laid Gu Ruobai on the bed again, she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to lift her hand.
She slumped on the stool and looked at Gu Ruobai. "I've taken such good care of you. If you still don't wake up, then I'll marry someone else."
Leng Ziyue, who had just entered the door, heard these words clearly. He let out a chuckle and hooked his lips. "If you could really let go, why would you do so much for him?"
Suddenly being hit on her soft spot, Su Mingyu pouted. "Since ancient times, the passionate ones have always been left with endless regret. This regret will last forever! One can't do anything about love."
"Since ancient times, the passionate ones have always been left with endless regret. This regret will last forever?" Leng Ziyue's expression suddenly became very sad. He chewed these two lines of poetry softly, and it was impossible to tell his emotions from his pitch - black eyes.
"Why do you like him?" Leng Ziyue suddenly turned around and looked at Su Mingyu. This question seemed quite random, but his expression was very serious.
It was as if this question was extremely important to him.
Su Mingyu originally didn't want to answer, but looking at his expression, she finally touched her nose. "Although I'm the legitimate daughter, I'm not in favor."
"My mother is okay to me, but because I'm not a boy, she rarely cares about me. My father has never even hugged me since I was a child."
"I've been drifting alone in this world for a long time. It was him who found me. He's very good to me and never forces me. He makes me feel warm."
Leng Ziyue watched Su Mingyu, whose expression had become gentle, and continued to ask. "Just because he gave you warmth? You're willing to do so much for him?"
"It's not just that." Su Mingyu lowered her eyes and looked at Leng Ziyue seriously. "Love, to put it simply, is just an emotion. Who do you feel happiest with? Who do you most want to see in the dead of night when you wake up from a dream? When you encounter something happy or sad, who do you most want to share it with?"