The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1189

Chapter 1189: 577 Background (first update)

Gu Jiao withdrew the fire striker and slowly approached Huangfu Xian’s side.

Huangfu Xian now appeared to be sitting steadily here, but unbeknownst to him, he had just undergone a heart-stopping rescue. His severed limb was already injured, and after being soaked in river water, the wound had developed extensive necrosis.

Jingkong said that he had slept for two days because he only saw him after he was moved here. However, before that, in the Medical Hall, the rescue efforts and waiting for him to get through the critical period had taken three days.

"Does it still hurt?" Gu Jiao asked, "Your wound."

Huangfu Xian paused, wanting to say it didn’t hurt, but hesitated and then honestly replied, "A little."

There was a slight choking sound in his nasal voice.

Gu Jiao pretended not to notice: "Let me have a look."

It was already getting dark, and there were no lights lit in the room, so there wasn’t much she could see.

Huangfu Xian did not refuse.

Gu Jiao lifted up his trouser leg.

Huangfu Xian was somewhat unaccustomed to it but still tried his best to bear it.

After all, it was not visible.

He thought so.

But unexpectedly, Gu Jiao pulled out a small flashlight from the first aid kit’s pocket and pressed the switch with a click.

Huangfu Xian’s expression changed: "Didn’t you say you wouldn’t light any lamps?"

Gu Jiao said, "This isn’t an oil lamp; it’s a flashlight. What I’m doing is called—turning on the flashlight."

Huangfu Xian: "..."

Huangfu Xian thought to accuse her of cheating, then was distracted by the little glowing device.

"Which Night Light Pearl is this from?"

The only glowing things Huangfu Xian knew of besides fire were the Night Light Pearls, but not any as bright as this.

"Want to know?" asked Gu Jiao.

"No." Huangfu Xian stubbornly turned his face away.

Gu Jiao curved her lips slightly, knelt down on one knee, one hand holding the flashlight, the other hand unwinding his bandages.

Suddenly, Huangfu Xian grasped her hand, held his breath, and said, "It’s ugly!"

Gu Jiao looked up, her gaze meeting his eyes with the same purity and cleanliness as Xiaojiu, devoid of any disdain. _{ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com}