Shen Yue felt a little fortunate to be blind at this moment; the mere thought of the scene made her eyes hurt.
Her small leg rested against a warm, firm chest, and even through the thin fabric, she could feel the steady, powerful heartbeat and the contours of muscle.
Shen Yue suddenly became distracted. The great villain must have a great physique.
Putting away her dangerous thoughts, Shen Yue’s tone softened slightly. She pushed the man’s head, “You should put on your clothes first. This is hardly proper.”
Rong Hua didn’t want to wear clothes. He wanted to warm his master’s cold body, but his master seemed very angry about him not wearing clothes, so he dejectedly picked up the clothes from the ground and put them on.
Shen Yue rubbed her brow bone, “You can go out now.”
Rong Hua didn’t want to go out at all. He just wanted to stay by his master’s side. A flash of fragmented images suddenly appeared in his mind, and he suddenly, with shining eyes, licked his way to Shen Yue’s side.
“Master, shall I make you peach blossom soup? Mine is delicious!”
He emphasized it deliberately, trying his best to prove his worth, looking utterly foolish.
Rong Hua’s eyes, full of expectation, shone brightly as he stared at the white-robed immortal, his gaze holding pure, unadulterated affection, innocent like a child.
Shen Yue hadn’t expected him to remember the peach blossom soup even after losing his memory. She didn’t expect this foolish person to cultivate properly. As her mouth was also feeling a bit peckish, under his scorching gaze, Shen Yue slowly nodded.
The man, as if delighted, gesticulated excitedly, “Then, Master, you wait here obediently. I’ll be back immediately.”
He insisted on getting Shen Yue’s assurance, as if afraid she would run away. Shen Yue could only nod helplessly, and then he left with joyful delight.
The peach blossoms in Xinqing Hall were blooming vigorously, the trees laden with blossoms vying to bloom and outshine each other. Their fragrance could be detected from afar.
Looking out, the scene was a riot of flowers, a rosy sunset.
The handsome and stern-faced man, however, possessed an overly naive innocence. He held a basket in his hand, climbing trees to pick the tenderest peach blossoms.
A gentle breeze blew, showering him with petals, but he didn’t have the slightest inclination to brush them off.
After Shen Yue had lain on the couch for a while, she finally got up and put on her clothes. Her dark hair cascaded down her back; she was too lazy to tie it up.
Her dark tresses, like ink splashes, made her face appear even more delicate and her skin pale. Her eyes shone with the brilliance of moonlight.
She walked to the table nearby and touched the withered branches and leaves in a potted plant, watering them as usual.
A completely green creature crawled onto Shen Yue’s hand, clinging to her finger affectionately, making cooing sounds as if being pampered.
Shen Yue stroked it. The little tree spirit squirmed in comfort, then lay still as if asleep.
Carefully placing the little tree spirit back into the pot, Shen Yue turned to find the white cloth that covered her eyes.
Just as she tied the white cloth, the man entered carrying a bowl of peach blossom soup. He held it out to Shen Yue almost impatiently, “Master, Master, quickly taste it.”
Shen Yue took a bite. The texture was soft and glutinous, the taste mellow and rich, with a clear, sweet peach fragrance.
Unknowingly, she finished the entire bowl, still feeling a sense of longing, but her expression remained impassive.
The man, like a child seeking praise, looked at Shen Yue expectantly, “Master, is it delicious?”
Shen Yue nodded with great composure.
Rong Hua bubbled with joy, letting out small cheers as he ran around Shen Yue a few times.
At this moment, the man was almost unrecognizable from his previous self. He seemed to have returned to childhood, clinging to Shen Yue’s hem for support, swaying childishly from side to side and calling out “Master” in a milky voice.
Her usually cold brows softened slightly. She thought, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad if things stayed like this forever.
After his excitement subsided, Rong Hua shyly approached Shen Yue again, his face slightly flushed, muttering, “Master.”
Shen Yue no longer gave him a cold shoulder. Her expression softened, as gentle as the moon and stars, “What is it?”
Rong Hua was overwhelmed by the gentle tone. He shyly rubbed his clothes corners, his courage growing, “Can I hug you, Master?”
This time, it was Shen Yue’s turn to be perplexed, “Why would you hug me?”
The foolish man said with a touch of urgency, “I’m very warm. I can make you warm, then Master won’t be afraid of the cold.”
This explanation made Shen Yue want to laugh and cry at the same time. The coldness emanating from her dragon poison was not something ordinary warmth could dissipate. The little warmth he offered would only make it less unbearable initially, but later the cold would intensify, making it even harder to endure.
Shen Yue refused the man’s good intentions, “You cannot hug me.”
He tugged at his clothes corners helplessly, his head drooping in dejection.
The dragon poison only flared up twice a month. Enduring for two days was enough. However, the after-effects remained, leaving her body perpetually cold, like touching a block of ice.
In the evening, after her bath, Shen Yue entered the sleeping chambers and immediately detected another presence.
Shen Yue followed the scent to the bedside.
Rong Hua was diligently squeezing himself into the furthest corner of the couch, thinking he was well hidden and that no one had noticed. His tall frame looked somewhat cramped.
“What are you doing here?” Shen Yue exposed his clumsy concealment without mercy.
Rong Hua shrunk back into the far corner of the couch, his expression serious, “I’m here to warm the bed for Master.”
But fearing he would anger Master, he only dared to hide in the corner alone, thinking he would secretly warm the bed after Master fell asleep.
Shen Yue was momentarily stunned by his reason. After a long pause, she said, “You, get down.”
Rong Hua did not want to get down. The place smelled nice, filled with the scent of Master. He liked it here and wanted to sleep here.
Still not giving up, he called out weakly,
“Master, you won’t be cold with me here.”
Receiving no reply, he added dejectedly, “…I don’t take up much space. Just a small spot is fine.”
Shen Yue ignored him.
Rong Hua reluctantly and tearfully crawled off the bed.
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Rong Hua’s foolishness was still quite a tricky matter for Shen Yue. After all, the great villain couldn’t remain this silly forever, could he? If he stayed this way, how would the subsequent plot unfold?
The foolish Rong Hua seemed much happier than usual. He trailed Shen Yue like a shadow, sometimes running off to play alone, only to return dirty.
Shen Yue strongly suspected the boy had been playing in the mud somewhere.
In the sleeping chambers, Shen Yue disliked tying her hair up and wearing shoes. She reclined on the soft couch, holding a book. Although she couldn’t see clearly, she could use her spiritual power to sense it, and the words would automatically be input into her mind.
Perhaps engrossed in her reading, Shen Yue didn’t notice a sneaky, tall figure approaching.