Gu Sihan fell into a deep sleep. Fu Shu covered her with the blanket and gently kissed her forehead.
In her sleep, Gu Sihan seemed to feel his presence. She was angry and repulsed. She moved the blanket to the side of the bed and slept close to the edge of the bed, far away from him.
Fu Shu looked at her soft and charming face, and soft ripples appeared in his cold black eyes.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his head.
His head really hurt. It was as if another force had suddenly burst out of his body. That force was tearing at the nerves in his brain, trying to control him.
Fu Shu quickly got out of the bed and covered his head with both hands. His cold black eyes were stained with scarlet.
Slowly, he sat down on the chair, picked up a pen, and wrote a line of words on a piece of white paper.
The pain in his head slowly subsided.
