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    <b>Chapter 242: Gu Yanhao Acting Cute</b>


    <span>"No." Gu Yanhao removed the spoon from his mouth, "Little brother is not suitable for me, it''s appropriate for…"


    <span>Gu Yanhao lowered his eyes, looking at his male member with a wicked curve on his lips, "…it."


    <span>Song Wuyou''s gaze followed the direction he indicated, falling right ''there'' – and her cheeks burned red with embarrassment.


    <span>This is absolutely a shameless man!


    <span>Song Wuyou looked up, clear cold eyes ring at him, "Then do you want to eat with your mouth or with ''it''?"


    <span>Gu Yanhao grinned with mischief, "Eat you? If I''m eating you of course I''m going to use ''it.''"


    <span>Hearing that, Song Wuyou flushed with anger and shyness.


    <span>"Gu Yanhao, you feed yourself." She crudely pushed the bowl of porridge into Gu Yanhao''s hand.


    <span>"You feed me." Gu Yanhao acted cute.


    <span>"Feed your head!" Song Wuyou turned around and went upstairs.


    <span>Men really cannot be shameless. Once they start being shameless, principles and integrity will litter the floor and faces will be so thick they wouldn''t be able to grow beards.


    <span>As expected, after the shameless act in the living room, it only worsened in the bedroom, causing Song Wuyou to sweat profusely— Gu Yanhao actually wanted Song Wuyou to bath him!


    <span>This….


    <span>Song Wuyou would rather go hungry for a whole week than bathe him!


    <span>She resisted vehemently.


    <span>Gu Yanhao held his pajamas, standing in front of the bathroom and staring at her a little grievously, "I didn''t bathe yesterday. I won''t be able to bathe today, either?"


    <span>"The wound''s in your chest, not your hands. You can bathe yourself, why must I bathe you?!"


    <span>Imagining the scene, Song Wuyou''s breathing and face became unnatural.


    <span>"If I bathe myself, I might identally wet the wound on my chest and it will get infected. As for my back, won''t I disturb my wound if I raise my arm? As for the lower part… even bending hurts."


    <span>"Then you wait a few days!" By that time, the wound would have closed and it won''t hurt as much.


    <span>"I have high standards for cleanliness, I''ve enduredst not bathingst night." Gu Yanhaoined.


    <span>"I won''t help you." Song Wuyou made a move to leave the bathroom.


    <span>"Song Wuyou!" Gu Yanhao suddenly raised his voice, sounding stern.


    <span>Song Wuyou turned around in a snap, ring fire at him.


    <span>Gu Yanhao red at her, "If you don''t help me, I''ll… I''ll order Xu Jing to help me!"


    <span>"……" Song Wuyou stiffened.


    <span>"I will strip down full monty in front of Xu Jing. She will be able to see my whole body without a shred of thread!" Gu Yanhao coldly threatened


    <span>"………." A touch of inexplicable light shed in Song Wuyou''s eyes.


    <span>Gu Yanhao snorted, "If a spark lights in the process, I''ll take her as mistress."


    <span>Take her as mistress?


    <span>As if a needle pricked at Song Wuyou''s heart, she looked at Gu Yanhao''s with dismay. The picture of Dongfang Xuan standing with the Empress emerged in her mind.


    <span>After the grand pce construction waspleted, Dongfang Xuan didn''t merely have one concubine. His official wife was of the course the Empress, whereas she was only a consort, but there were also many, many other consorts in the imperial harem.


    <span>Instantly, Gu Yanhao noticed her sadness, and that her mind wasn''t in the present.


    <span>He softened a little, still looking deeply at her, "I really feel horrible not washing for one day, and my wound really hurts."


    <span>Song Wuyou looked at him with red-rimmed eyes, "Can you be more low and shameless?"


    <span>"I am your husband, you are my wife. I was wounded while protecting you. Isn''t it reasonable that you take care of me?" Gu Yanhao argued in a self-righteous manner.


    <span>That''s right, at this point, he was still her husband. And he was indeed injured because of her.


    <span>Song Wuyou marched inside, grabbing his pajama as she walked past him into the bathroom, snapping: "Get in!"


    <span>As a soft wind carrying her scent floated past his nose, Gu Yanhao revealed a smile like a cat that caught a fish. His mood was on cloud nine: "Coming, Wife!"<hr>