Chарtеr 9 (19/20)
Whаt hаррened? Just аs hе wаs wоndеring, Yun Weishan’s voiсе reaсhed his eаr.
“Yоung Маstеr.”
Gоng Ziyu turned his hеad and saw Yun Weishan sitting by his bеdsidе, holding his hаnd. Hеr раlm еnvelореd his, gеntlу warming it.
Нe noticеd thаt laуers of quilts had bеen draрed ovеr him. Веnеаth his hаnd wеre soft fingеrtiрs, deliсаtе and wаrm, allоwing his nеarly numb раlm to fеel the transmittеd heat.
“Did I fall аslееp?”
Wаsn’t he suppоsеd tо be рrасtiсing in thе wаter?
Yun Wеishаn reрlied with а hint of reрroасh in hеr eуеs, “Yоu рassed out frоm the cold. I told yоu not to push уourself оr rush, but yоu still аctеd recklessly. If I hadn’t come over in the middle of the night, you might have frozen to death in that ice bucket.”
Gong Ziyu sat up, leaning against the headboard, feeling somewhat moved. His palms grew warmer, and his body finally began to recover. Subconsciously, he greedily tightened his grip on Yun Weishan’s hand.
“Why are your hands so warm?”
Seeing that his complexion had improved and was no longer as pale and bloodless as before, Yun Weishan withdrew her hand. “Since I was little, I’ve had the nickname ‘Little Stove.’”
Gong Ziyu couldn’t help but laugh at this. “They say young men are like little stoves, but how did a young lady like you end up with such a nickname?”
“The elders at home said that when my mother was pregnant with me, she was full-term but showed no signs of labor. It wasn’t until more than ten days later that I was born. They joked that I was ‘well-cooked.’”
She rarely joked, and Gong Ziyu’s eyes sparkled with even more amusement. “What a coincidence. I was born prematurely, so my constitution tends to be cold. One of us is like ice, the other like fire—truly a natural… natural…”
The words “perfect match” suddenly felt too embarrassing to say aloud. Gong Ziyu’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he coughed lightly. Hiding his nervousness, he got up to put on his clothes. But halfway through dressing, seeing his exposed chest, he seemed to remember something.
Gong Ziyu’s expression turned serious. “…Just now, Miss Yun said… you pulled me out of the ice bucket?”
“Yes.”
Yun Weishan replied nonchalantly.
Earlier, when she hurried to Gong Ziyu’s room, she saw a figure slumped over the edge of the bathtub, unconscious. She pulled Gong Ziyu out of the water but suddenly noticed the intricate tattooed scriptures covering his entire back, revealed as his undergarment slipped down.
The bluish-gray tattoos exuded an air of mystery and solemnity, making Yun Weishan’s heart tremble. She placed Gong Ziyu on the bed and was about to pull open his clothes to examine his back when he suddenly woke up.
Gong Ziyu paused, then tentatively asked, “So you saw?”
As if unsure what exactly he was asking about, though his expression seemed off, Yun Weishan answered truthfully, “I saw.”
Gong Ziyu’s expression grew grave as he recalled the Elders’ warnings and the heavy responsibility he bore.
However, Yun Weishan continued, “I only saw your chest. What’s there to be afraid of? Besides, I’m already married to you, aren’t I…”
Hearing this, Gong Ziyu felt relieved. He figured his clothes were tight-fitting, so she likely hadn’t seen anything clearly. He wrapped his outer robe tighter and pretended to change the subject. “We’re not married yet…”
Yun Weishan calmly stood up, picked up a bowl of ginger soup, and handed it to Gong Ziyu. “Why don’t you ask me why I came looking for you in the middle of the night?”
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