The Scheming Billionaire's Heartfelt Devotion-Chapter 807 - 822: You Really Don’t Mind?

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Chapter 807: Chapter 822: You Really Don’t Mind?

Zhong Li instinctively pushed Gu Nanxi away, looking at him with unease: "I... my back..."

"Actually, I already saw it when you fell in the bathroom last time. Do you really think I’d mind?"

Under Gu Nanxi’s deep eye sockets, his gentle dark eyes were so tender one could drown in them. He reached out to hold Zhong Li again, his fingertips gently brushing through her hair: "I don’t know what you’re worried about. Do you really have so little confidence in me?"

The scar on Zhong Li’s back was not just a little. He felt any man would care a lot, maybe even dislike it.

Actually, she just wasn’t confident.

"I..." Zhong Li bit her lip, raised her lashes, and looked at Gu Nanxi: "Do you really not mind?"

"Silly, why would I mind? I like you as a person. Even if one day you become ugly or fat, I will still hold your hand tightly."

Her eyes were slightly red and moist. Ever since that big fire, she had become somewhat insecure.

She had undergone many skin graft surgeries at the hospital. Most of the areas burned had healed quite well, but the burn area on her back was too large to ever fully recover.

Gu Nanxi raised his hand to wipe away the tears from Zhong Li’s eyes, speaking gently: "You can’t think that way anymore in the future, understand?"

Zhong Li nodded, her throat feeling like it was stuffed with cotton, making it hard to speak.

But her once lonely heart felt warmed, so, so warm.

"Hurry up and get up to wash up, otherwise you’ll be late for work." Gu Nanxi teased, smiling and nudging Zhong Li’s chin.

"I’ll go back first to wash up and change clothes, and then we can go have soy milk and fried dough sticks, okay?"

Zhong Li suddenly really wanted to have fried dough sticks, feeling like she hadn’t had them in a long time.

"Okay, I’ll take you there later."

Zhong Li lifted the covers and got off the bed. She was wearing Gu Nanxi’s white half-sleeve, big and loose, which looked just like a nightdress on her.

Zhong Li leaned down to pick up the skirt placed on the bed, turning to look at Gu Nanxi: "I’ll be off then."

Gu Nanxi nodded, watching Zhong Li leave, then got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom.

Zhong Li stood in the hallway, looking down to take the keys out of her bag, just about to open the door when she saw Gu Hanjun emerge from the elevator.

Gu Hanjun saw Zhong Li, noticing she was wearing Gu Nanxi’s clothes and was leaving his place in the early morning. It wasn’t hard to guess what had happened last night.

She blinked, trying to hide the trace of melancholy in her eyes, but Zhong Li’s sensitivity picked it up.

Both stood face to face until Zhong Li broke the silence: "Morning."

Besides this perfunctory greeting, Zhong Li really couldn’t think of anything else to say to her.

Gu Hanjun politely nodded: "I just passed by a breakfast shop and brought some food for my brother."

Zhong Li glanced at the breakfast bag in her hand and said nothing more, taking her keys to open the door and go inside.

Gu Hanjun raised her hand and pressed the doorbell. Gu Nanxi, thinking it was Zhong Li returning, quickly wiped his face with a towel and came out to open the door.

When he saw Gu Hanjun, his smile gradually faded: "Why are you here?"

"I just passed by a breakfast shop and brought you some of your favorite food."