Approximately ten minutes later, the door to the bathroom opened, and the mist rushed out. Gu Yu emerged wearing a bathrobe, and he walked over to the bedside. He looked down at Xu Weilai from his towering height.
Xu Weilai felt as if she had just come back from death's door, and her whole body felt lifeless. She lay on the bed, numb and motionless. But, when he looked over, she gritted her teeth and summoned all her strength to pull the covers over herself. She wanted to hide her bruise-ridden body away from his sight and was unwilling to let him see how pathetic she looked at that moment.
That small gesture was sufficient to produce a thin layer of perspiration on her back.
Gu Yu observed her demeanor, and his lips twisted into an unkind smile. He stared at her for a good two seconds before taking a sudden step forward and bending over to get closer to her.
