Chang’an Peasant Girl

Feeling more and more lonely

Just when Ye Zhi was about to be swallowed up by the boundless loneliness, a man got into Ye Zhi's tent.

"Zhizhi!"

Just being called Zhizhi made Ye Zhi wake up from her loneliness in an instant.

It's Gong Juechen.

Yes, Gong Juechen is here. Not only did he come, he also brought a basin of hot water.

Gong Juechen put the hot water next to the bed and complained distressedly: "Zhizhi, didn't I give you frostbite cream? Why are your hands still frozen like this? Your hands are frozen like this, Your feet must be very cold. Come on, give your feet a quick soak. I’ll apply some medicine to you afterward.”

It turned out that someone noticed that her hands were covered with frostbite.

However, this person was the one who made her feel most insecure.

"No need." Ye Zhi didn't want to get up, just wanted to lie quietly for a while.

"How can you not use it? Look at how your hands are frozen. If you don't take care of them, they will turn into pus!" Gong Juechen pulled her away without any room for negotiation.

Ye Zhi felt Gong Juechen's strength for the first time and lost consciousness slightly.

By the time she came to her senses, Gong Juechen had already pulled her up and sat beside the bed.

Gong Juechen wiped her hands first, and then took off her socks without any objection at all, and put her feet in the hot water to soak.

"I really don't know how you ended up freezing like this." Gong Juechen felt distressed and blamed at the same time.

He obviously gave her frostbite cream, so logically speaking, she shouldn't be frozen like this.

While Ye Zhi was soaking her feet, he sat next to Ye Zhi, took one of Ye Zhi's hands, and stretched out a hand towards Ye Zhi, asking for something: "Where is the frostbite ointment? Here, I'll apply it on your hands. Look at what your hands are like, the braised pig's trotters don't look as appetizing as your current hands."

Ye Zhi automatically ignored Gong Juechen's words and said calmly: "No."

"No?" Gong Juechen didn't react for a moment. How could it not be, he obviously gave it to her. It was specially prepared by him, not an ordinary chilblain ointment.

"The female soldiers were more cold than me, so I gave it to them."

Gong Juechen immediately became angry: "I gave it to you, how could you give it to them?!"

"Whatever you give to me is mine." In other words, whatever I give to whomever I give it to, that is my freedom.

Gong Juechen immediately said: "Then if I give me to you, why don't you say I'm yours?"

Ye Zhi said: "You, I don't want it." She really felt that he was unreliable and could not give her the sense of security she wanted.

Gong Juechen is angry.

After taking a breath and suppressing his anger, Gong Juechen took out a porcelain gun from his arms, opened it, and asked in a good tone: "You gave it to someone else, why didn't you ask me for it? You You must have tortured me by making yourself like this. You clearly know that I will not feel comfortable seeing you like this."

The corners of Ye Zhi's lips trembled slightly, and after a long while, she said calmly: "The female soldiers said you didn't have chilblain ointment anymore, so I didn't go to you to ask for it."

"Of course not for them. They are not me. Whatever I do, I have to give them the ointment I specially prepared for you." Gong Juechen said without feeling anything wrong at all. He always only cares about the life and death of those he cares about.

"You're a little selfish."

"I'm always like this." Gong Juechen didn't take it seriously and applied frostbite ointment to Ye Zhi's hands.