19 If Such A Thin Neck Gets Pierced......

The moon hung high up in the sky, above the trees and the breeze was chilly. The window of the ward reflected a young girl's shadow. The ten-centimeter needle in her hand glowed coldly as she slowly approached the bed. Even though she was wearing a mask, it was still easy to recognize her with those attractive eyes.

 Gu Zechuan's eyes were tightly shut and his breathing was light.

The young girl watched as he slept soundly with his brows spread out. She squatted quietly by the bed and studied the man's hand. The joints were distinct, the veins were bulging, and he was so fair that she could easily see his blood vessels.

This made it extremely easy for her to inject.

She gently held the man's palm and held the long needle close to him. She held her breath but before the needle could touch the man's skin, she felt a cold gaze from on top of her head.

The young girl stopped breathing. She looked up and met Gu Zechuan's eyes.

The man grabbed the girl's hand and pulled her towards him. The world spun and the girl was pressed down on the bed. Gu Zechuan used his weight to press down on her legs.

 "You ... You weren't asleep?" Song Qingli's eyes were filled with fear.

Both her hands were caught and the man glanced at the long needle. He chuckled. "Do you know how to use the needle? Why don't I teach you?"

"No, no, no. no... I know how to do it, I don't need you to teach me. " The young girl noticed the vicious look that flashed in the man's eyes and her heart was beating fast, "Gu ... Mr. Gu, it's getting a little tight. Can you loosen it a little?"

The man's eyes were calm as he reached out to snatch the long needle from her hand.

The young girl was flustered and her pupils suddenly shrank. She swallowed her saliva and forced a smile. "Hu... Hubby, I'm sorry. Please let go of me?"

Song Qingli was getting scared. There was a small amount of tranquilizer inside the syringe. The injection was enough to make the other person fall deep asleep. However, the tranquilizer inside was not what the young girl was afraid of as it was nothing more than having a good night's sleep. It was the 10-centimeter-long needle that was emitting a cold light that scared her.

"Such a thin neck. If it gets pierced by a needle, it'll be a killjoy." The man took off her mask and gently pressed the long needle against the young girl's delicate neck. He saw her face turn pale and her eyes were round, like a little mouse caught by a cat. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth turned into a smile. "Qingli, do you know who tried to kill me today?"

There was cold sweat that rolled down the girl's forehead. She didn't dare to move and her cherry lips slowly opened. "I don't know."

Gu Zechuan chuckled. When he looked up again, his eyes were filled with hostility. "Since you have no idea who they are, with what you are doing now, can I assume that you are allies with those in the afternoon?"

Song Qingli's mind felt like it had exploded and it went blank. She pouted and tears welled up in her eyes.

The man's eyes were filled with helplessness and he hurriedly stopped her. "Needles have no eyes. You'll be asking for it if you start crying and ended up getting pricked."

The young girl pursed her lips and sobbed quietly. Her eyes were red and she looked quite pitiful. As she sobbed, Gu Zechuan slightly retracted the long needle from her neck.

The night breeze was as cold as ice. As a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the window, Song Qingli's mind cleared up a little. She felt the strength of the hands restraining her wrists lighten. The man below her had no strength other than his weight. She had long noticed from the corner of her eye that Gu Zechuan had removed the needle from her neck.

Since she have already gone so far, it was better to go all out. Rather than being a fish at the mercy of others, it was better to be brave for once. Who knows, it may be possible for her to conquer the mountain.

The young girl bent her legs and pushed the man. The man grunted. After her wrists broke free, she turned over and sat on the man's waist. However, there were so many things happening at the same time that it took her quite some time to notice the long needle had entered her shoulder. 

"You... The needle ..." Before Song Qingli could finish her sentence, she felt extremely dizzy. Then, she rolled her eyes and lost consciousness.

 Gu Zechuan's black eyes were cold. Before he could do anything, the girl sitting on him fell forward.

He felt a warm touch on his neck as the girl's light breath landed on the man's neck. The nurse's hat on her head had fallen off and her fluffy hair was scattered all over the pillow. The man's body tensed and his long eyelashes trembled slightly.

An oil fountain pen fell out of the girl's pocket. The man held it in his hand and glanced at it. His black eyes had a ridiculous look in them. This was probably the second tool for crime.

With her impetuous personality, it wasn't unexpected for her to end up like this. Even if someone wanted to kill him, they wouldn't send such a stupid person.

Just now, when he saw her crying so hard, he wanted to let her go since it was already late at night. Who would have expected this young girl to still ambush him? Her movements were too big and the long needle accidentally pierced her shoulder. She could not blame anyone for this.

The man pulled out the long needle and threw it far away. He wrapped one hand around her waist and sat up. The young girl's head leaned back as if she had no spine. The light of the incandescent lamp shone on her face. Her white and round chin with her cherry lips slightly swollen, and her teeth slightly exposed. When she wasn't talking, her beauty definitely catches the attention of the room.

Gu Zechuan caressed the back of her head gently. The young girl's head subconsciously knocked against his shoulder and her light breathing spread into his ears.

It was ticklish.

The man's pupil couldn't help but tremble. 

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 The next day, the sky was bright and it was full of clouds.

Song Qingli's shrieking voice came from the toilet and her hands trembled in anger. "Gu Zechuan, you bastard!"

The girl's face, as she stared in the mirror, had two curved beards drawn with ink on the corners of her mouth. They were symmetrical, just like those that Western nobles liked to have.

At this moment, on the young girl's face, it looked very funny and ridiculous.

 Last night, she had sneaked into Gu Zechuan's ward with a tranquillizer and an oil pen. She wanted to knock him out and then disfigure his face. However, things changed. She was the one who got knocked out by the long needles she had brought over and was disfigured by the oil pen she had in her pocket.

The young girl's chest exploded with rage. She regretted it so much. It was incredibly difficult to wash off the ink. She had used a lot of cleaning products and her face was already red from rubbing it but she still couldn't get it off her face. She had to go to the production set tonight for dinner. How could she face the director with this look on her face?!

The door of the ward opened and a man in a wheelchair entered the room. When he passed by the toilet, he saw the girl's funny face and coughed to cover his laughter but the joy in his voice was still pretty obvious. "I've already had someone send the script over."

"Gu Zechuan, you are such a petty man. Since I was a kid, I've never….." Song Qingli stormed out of the toilet puffing with rage while acting like a shrew. However, when she saw the person who pushed the man in, she quieted down. It was a bodyguard in a black suit, who was as tall as the door frame, glaring at her with a murderous look on his face.

The man had breakfast brought in and said gently, "Have some food for breakfast. I'll get someone to send you to the set."

Song Qingli sat at the table and had lost her appetite. Her face was sullen and unhappy while the man sitting opposite her chuckled from time to time, occasionally looking at her with a teasing look. It was simply something fun to just look at her.

"This restaurant's soup dumplings are limited to 100 servings a day. Many of them get distressed from not being able to buy them. Are you sure you don't want to try?" The man's voice was gentle.

There were only six in a basket and five of them were in her bowl. Gu Zechuan picked up another one and brought it close to her mouth.

The young girl lowered her eyes and looked at the soup dumplings in her bowl. She thought to herself, 'is this kind gesture of his an apology?'