"Fool," Gu Junzhu said with a delighted chuckle, giving her a kiss, "it's quite a coincidence, I feel the same way. I'd rather burn myself than see you get hurt."
He tapped Ye Xingbei's forehead, "Ye Xiaobei, you are my Gu Junzhu's woman! If you got hurt right under my nose, where would I put my face?"
Ye Xingbei chided him, "Vainly worrying about face even to your own suffering!"
"What about you?" Gu Junzhu raised an eyebrow at her: "I'd rather hurt myself than see you get hurt. If that's vainly worrying about face to my own suffering, when you'd rather get hurt than see me injured, what would you call that?"
Ye Xingbei looked at him, momentarily at a loss for words.
What was it?
She didn't know either.
But seeing Gu Junzhu getting scalded, she was instantly reminded of how she felt when Xiao Shu was injured by an older child as a little boy.
Back then, she was still living with the Ye Family.
