Ye Baizhi could also see that his health seemed to be getting better.

Ye Baizhi stood up and said, "Let me take your pulse."

Ye Wulan stretched out his hand and cooperated. After Ye Baizhi took his pulse, she found that his physical condition was much better and she slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Ye, are you worried about me?"

Ye Baizhi's eyelashes trembled, and she admitted, "Of course I'm worried about you."

"You were in that dangerous state last night. Is something wrong?"

Ye Wulan sighed softly, "Sleeping in an ice coffin for a hundred years saved my life, but it also had aftereffects. The coldness in my body couldn't be dissipated."

The coldness from the ice coffin accumulated in his body.

Maybe one day he will be completely frozen and fall into a deep sleep.

He doesn't care how long he can live.

It's just that after meeting her, he wanted to live longer.

The despair and coldness in Ye Wulan's eyes at this moment made Ye Baizhi's heart wrench.

"You'll be fine."

"Yeah, okay."

Ye Wu Lan also realized that he had concerns about this world.

"I said I would definitely cure you."

She felt that there was a vague aura about him, as if he was indifferent to his own life.

Maybe he didn't believe he would ever be completely well.

Ye Wulan looked at her serious and persistent eyes, and then he lowered his gaze. "Ms. Ye, how do you want to cure me?"

"Let me tell you, there is only one way!"

As he spoke, he gently pulled her into his arms, his eyes full of tenderness and affection, and his lips slowly fell down.

There was a cool and subtle fragrance between his lips and teeth, which was both confusing and intoxicating.