Gu Fuqiao just wanted to know if the Yan Zhen Guo in front of her was the same Yan Zhen Guo from her new novel.
Even if her main character was messing with her, she hadn't shared this idea with anyone else.
So... just thinking about the possibility of traveling back to the 80s made Gu Fuqiao uneasy.
She didn't have time to examine the expression on Yan Zhen Guo's face either.
Without fear, she grabbed Yan Zhen Guo's sleeve and asked, "Quickly tell me, this is urgent!"
Yan Zhen Guo looked at her calmly, his thin lips lifting slightly, "Why are you asking about this? Who told you about Code A?"
The last sentence wasn't a question, but a statement.
His words carried a subtle hint of danger and interrogation.
Code A's special task force was established not long ago, and it was classified.
Although he married Gu Fuqiao, he never leaked a word, and Gu Fuqiao didn't seem interested in these things before.
Could it be...
Considering some possibilities, Yan Zhen Guo's dark eyes narrowed, watching Gu Fuqiao like a leopard stalking its prey.
Gu Fuqiao clearly hadn't thought that much. After hearing Yan Zhen Guo's words, she realized that she had indeed entered the world of her novel, where she had only thought of a plot point.
If there was no mistake, she was probably the cannon fodder female supporting character who hadn't even had a name chosen.
Recalling the ending she had envisioned for the female supporting character, Gu Fuqiao's body softened immediately, and she leaned against the hard bed, covering her face with a hand.
Feeling hopeless, she said, "Big brother, just make it quick for me!"
Rather than meeting the novel's end, being directly offed by the male lead would be better!
Seeing Gu Fuqiao so despondent, Yan Zhen Guo turned around and sat on the bed, lifting the lying Gu Fuqiao with one hand.
After all, Yan Zhen Guo was the King Yan, with intelligence and physical skills off the charts in the research bureau.
His strength was indeed remarkable.
Gu Fuqiao, once lifted by Yan Zhen Guo's single hand, met his dark eyes with her bright ones.
She blinked and said mournfully, "Brother, are you planning to finish me off?"
Yan Zhen Guo didn't expect Gu Fuqiao to admit fault so readily. He blinked and thought about Gu Fuqiao's family situation.
Gu Fuqiao's father was a high school principal, strict in discipline. She was a pampered young lady who rarely stepped out of the house, and judging by her previous aloof demeanor, she didn't seem like an undercover agent.
Unless someone deliberately sent her to inquire about these matters.
Gu Fuqiao had no idea what Yan Zhen Guo was thinking. At first, she wanted Yan Zhen Guo to just finish her off, given the cannon fodder character's fate, but now with Yan Zhen Guo lifting her like this, pinching her collar painfully around her neck.
She backed off from the idea.
If she were to be slowly tortured to death like this, staying alive seemed preferable!
"No, no, no..." Gu Fuqiao hurriedly raised her hand to smack Yan Zhen Guo's big hand, but unfortunately, his large hand was at the back of her head, so her random hitting occasionally struck her own head.
"Let go of me, it hurts..." The pain in the woman's voice made Yan Zhen Guo release the grip on her collar and instead grasp her arm.
Gu Fuqiao, a homebody, had never been this close to a man, and her ears flushed as she frantically tried to escape Yan Zhen Guo's grasp.
But Yan Zhen Guo moved faster, countering her actions directly.
The close proximity set off alarm bells in Gu Fuqiao's mind!
This situation seemed strange no matter how you looked at it.
"Yan Zhen Guo! What are you doing? It's broad daylight in this Bright World! How can you behave recklessly!" Gu Fuqiao raised her hand to push against Yan Zhen Guo's firm chest.
She soon realized that Yan Zhen Guo hadn't moved forward anymore.
Could it be... she misunderstood?
Gu Fuqiao looked up and found Yan Zhen Guo's dark eyes fixed on her.
She followed his gaze down...
After all, she had just gotten up, and she was wearing only a white shirt of dire cloth, which was a bit see-through.
Panic surged in Gu Fuqiao's heart. She released her hold on his chest and quickly covered her shirt nervously, "Don't do anything rash... Didn't your leader have something to discuss with you? Hurry up... just go out please..."
However, Yan Zhen Guo deliberately misinterpreted her words, "Why the panic?"
"Who's panicking!"
Yan Zhen Guo lowered his head a notch.
"Save me!"
Lower, his male voice added, "We're legally married, nobody will save you no matter how you shout."
"Scream all you want!"
As the man got closer.
Gu Fuqiao shouted, "Don't do anything rash!"
"I know, I'll be careful." Yan Zhen Guo's large hand was already on Gu Fuqiao.
Gu Fuqiao felt a tickle on her waist, and she was the most sensitive to tickling!
"Hahaha, stop... don't tickle, it's so ticklish... hahaha!" Saying this, Gu Fuqiao, almost in tears beneath Yan Zhen Guo, tried to kick him off.
But as soon as she lifted her leg, she felt a sharp pain in her calf!
"Ugh!" The stabbing pain instantly overshadowed the tickling on her waist.
Gu Fuqiao's face changed immediately, and she bit her lower lip.
Yan Zhen Guo, seeing her suddenly stop struggling, felt strange and raised his head, noticing Gu Fuqiao's pale face.
Her pearly teeth biting her lower lip made her look like she'd been bullied into crying last night.
She looked pitiful, but her appearance was stunning, truly evoking empathy.
However, although Yan Zhen Guo wanted to bully Gu Fuqiao a bit, seeing her like this, he realized something was wrong.
He quickly rolled over, looking at Gu Fuqiao, asking, "What's wrong?"
The woman's skin was soft, quite delicate, easily hurt, and now she was gasping in pain.
She bit her lip and glanced at Yan Zhen Guo, initially wanting to scold him for being heavy-handed, knowing all too well this was the consequence of last night.
But facing Yan Zhen Guo's serious expression, her anger deflated instantly.
Say what you will about this guy's strong aura, and let's not forget he's the male lead, who might kill her in the future, so better not offend him now.
More importantly... although the two should have consummated their marriage, that wasn't really her. She had never held a man's hand in her twenty years of life.
How could she, in broad daylight, under this Bright World, convey to the man in front of her.
She... was hurting all over...