Entangled with An Evil Lord

Gu Xijiu was speechless. As Di Fuyi was really close to her, the faint scent on his body lingered around Gu Xijiu’s nose. She stepped back and raised the pheasant that was baked in her hand. "Perhaps, I can give this to you for now?" Di Fuyi shook his head. "Not enough! Everyone said that the grace of giving water needs to be paid back with spring water. This life-saving grace should be returned with a fountain, right? How can it be repaid by a mere pheasant?"

Gu Xijiu replied, "What do you want to me repay you with?"

Di Fuyi sat by her side and leaned toward her. "Will you marry me?"

Gu Xijiu was stunned. "You must be joking again."

Under the bonfire, Di Fuyi looked really serious. "I have never joked about this matter with you."

Gu Xijiu looked away. This guy was a movie actor. She was not sure which movie he was acting in this time. In times of uncertainty, sometimes it was best not to respond. Thus, she smiled and did not say anything.

Di Fuyi looked at her for a moment and finally decided to change the topic. He glanced at Zhu Duqing next to him. "Has Mr. Zhu recovered from his rib injury?"

Zhu Duqing had been very guarding Gu Xijiu, but now that his focused had changed, he felt more relaxed. He proudly replied, "Thank you for your care! It still hurts, but I have good physical strength. It will soon be healed!"

Di Fuyi sighed. "You are too weak. One hit can actually break so many ribs. You have not taken your body seriously! How can you let it be weak for so long?"