Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

“How do I know when it’s going to rain?”

This request was really unreasonable and she couldn't do it.

Jiang Yan pinched her soft face and conveyed all the coldness in his palms to her.

She tried to pull his hand off, but he quickly let go.

The chill remained on her face, and she was still slightly cold.

He took off the cloak from his shoulders, didn't look at her again, and just said calmly: "Go and wash your hands."

He has a mysophobia and loves to be clean, so naturally he also wants her to be clean.

Not dirty.

Yun Si stuck out her tongue, "Oh."

He left the window and didn't stand there anymore.

The cloak was hung up again and he returned to the carpentry bench.

He didn't make a fuss, he was calm and collected.

It's hard to figure out what he's thinking.

She washed her hands, wiped them casually with a towel, and then took the initiative to move closer to him.

Do nothing and watch him.

It was obvious that he was inaccessible and had a weird temper, but she seemed immune to it.

Don't be surprised, lie down in front of the table and look at him.

"are not you cold?"

She looked at his bloodless face with curiosity.

The weather was getting colder and colder, but he seemed to have no intention of adding more clothes.

With such a thin layer, it seems as if you can't feel the changes in the surrounding temperature.

Obviously, he was blown by the wind just now, so he might catch a cold.

The man, who was all cold, said calmly without raising his eyes, "Are you cold?"

She was stunned, "I'm not cold, I'm asking about you."

"Well, I'm not cold either."

His mood seemed to have calmed down, as usual.

The voice is neither warm nor cool, quite normal.

She propped up her cheeks and said oh.

His eyes fell on the table, watching him hold the lead ink in one hand and draw it casually.

"But your hands are really cold. Are you feeling poorly?"

She came back, even though she was lazily, but her voice seemed to make the room more lively.

There was no word, like a rare kitten that cares about people, staring at his hands without blinking.

"I'll take your pulse. Do you want me to check it for you?"

The lead on his fingertips paused.

This time, he raised his eyes to look at her.

Deep and dark.

It is not a happy thing for a man to be questioned about his poor health.

Especially coming from her mouth.

That feeling...

However, she didn't notice it yet, she only opened her big eyes and looked at him dullly.

Pressing the cheek, it looks fleshy.

"Um?"

He laughed in an indistinguishable way, with a strange tone, "Do you think I'm weak?"

"..." She blinked.

After a few seconds, he reacted sluggishly, making a sound and hurriedly waving his hands.

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Don't get me wrong."

"I'm just worried, if you get sick -"

No, it seems that he still means that he is vain.

Her words were stuck for a moment, "No, that's not what I meant, it was just——"

"The body is too cold. If the temperature is lower than the normal temperature, it may be due to insufficient qi and blood, and the body is weak——"

Damn it, I can’t avoid the word virtual.

She was so nervous that her tongue was a little tied, so she simply stopped talking.

"You...you know, that's not what I meant."

He stared at her with his dark eyes and stretched out his hand, "Come here."

"..." She stood up straight immediately, "No... no, I'm going to read a book."

"come over."

He still said the same words, in such a dark and unclear tone.

"..." Yun Si didn't dare to move, looking cowardly.