If you've made a mistake, you should stand still and take the punishment. He wasn't the kind to be late, but unforeseen circumstances arose.
However, Su Youzhu didn't say anything to him. She just stood up and stared at him.
She raised one slender, fair finger and poked his chest.
Then, with a bit more pressure, she pressed his abdomen.
Finally, she circled behind him, poking and prodding his back.
Gu Jianlin frowned in confusion: "What are you doing?"
"Every time you suddenly leave my sight and come back, you're always injured."
Su Youzhu lifted her cold, clear eyes, the pure whiteness in her pupils seeming to carry a trace of reproach in the night: "You said you were going to take an independent admission exam, but I always feel like you're sneaking off to investigate Uncle Gu."
Gu Jianlin's heart stirred slightly. Her first reaction was worrying about whether he'd been hurt.
"Let's go."
