Chapter 133 Don't Be Discouraged "I don't believe it, I want to try."...

Zhou Yaren leaned back on the couch alone, drinking a bowl of lukewarm medicine. The bitter taste lingered on his tongue for a long time. He wondered why Bai Yuan had moved to another room.

Because of an accident that happened last night, Zhou Yaren was woken up by the cold in the middle of the night.

He felt as if he were in an ice cellar, lying on a hard, frozen couch, with no warmth left in the blankets, filled with an extremely cold chill that seeped into his bones.

The white-clad woman beside her pillow was like an ice sculpture, her chilling aura constantly seeping from her body, filling the entire bedroom.

Frost crept silently onto the bed curtains, a thin layer of white frost condensing on the wood carvings, then spreading out along the openwork carvings like crystal-clear vines, even covering the floor with frost, spreading over the tables, chairs, beams, pillars, window sills, and door frames, sealing the entire room tightly.

Zhou Yaren, who shared a bed with Bai Yuan, was not spared. He was enveloped in the cold air and curled up in the quilt, shivering slightly.

When Bai Yuan opened his eyes, he saw the freezing cold scene inside the room and Zhou Yaren, who was covered in frost, beside him.

She hadn't expected it to turn out like this: "Why didn't you call me?"

Bai Yuan tried to suppress the chill, but found that she couldn't control it. Just as she was about to get up, a cold hand grabbed her.

Zhou Yaren's eyebrows and eyelashes frosted over, and her breath turned into mist: "It's alright."

He clearly felt the cold but insisted on enduring it. He was freezing like this and still said he was fine. This is not the way to be stubborn. Bai Yuan said, "I'm going out."

Zhou Yaren refused to let go: "No need."

Aren't you cold?

"It's okay, I can handle it."

Bai Yuan was baffled: "Why should I suffer this? The cold frost will naturally recede once I leave."

Zhou Yaren looked at her and suddenly became very determined: "You don't need to go out, I'm not cold."

Bai Yuan looked at his bluish-purple lips: "You're frozen like this and you're still being stubborn."

"I'm quite resistant to cold."

Bai Yuan glanced at the knuckles gripping her wrist tightly; the knuckles were slightly white, indicating that she was using some force. She suddenly didn't quite understand: "Why are you being so stubborn?"

Zhou Yaren had no idea that he was actually competing with someone.

Bai Yuan said, "There's really no need for that."

Because of her, the whole house was filled with cold air. Bai Yuan only intended to go outside, not to leave far away. Why should they stay in the same room and let him suffer from the cold by her side?

Zhou Yaren asked, "Do you feel cold?"

"I am of the yin nature, so of course I don't feel cold."

"You said last time, 'Can't you warm it up?'"

Bai Yuan didn't immediately recall those words: "When did I say that..."

Bai was only halfway through her story when Zhou Yaren leaned in, wrapped his arm around her waist, and pressed his head against her ear.

“Last time we came out of the River Tomb, I was freezing cold because I lost too much blood. You said you weren’t warm either, and you couldn’t warm yourself up.” As Zhou Yaren spoke, his warm breath enveloped Bai Yuan’s ear. He whispered close to Bai Yuan, “I don’t believe you. I want to try.”

Bai Yuan felt half of her body go numb from his whispered words, and she couldn't remember when she had said such things to him, since she might not remember every word she had ever said.

However, according to Zhou Yaren, this should be true.

Bai Yuan tried to stop him, attempting to create distance between them: "I was just saying it casually. Don't end up not being able to warm me up, but instead getting frostbitten by me."

However, Zhou Yaren persisted, clinging to him with a hint of pestering: "I want to try."

Bai Yuan felt a tingling sensation in her ears from his hot breath. Wasn't this just pure nonsense? His own hands and feet were already ice-cold, so how could he possibly warm her up?

Bai Yuan didn't intend to linger here in the freezing cold any longer. Just as he was about to push Zhou Yaren away, her raised hand was grabbed by the other woman, who pulled her icy hand inside her clothes...

Bai Yuan was suddenly startled. Before she could pull her hand back, her earlobe was kissed by soft lips, and the mouth that was gently sucking was wet and hot.

Bai was caught off guard and did not expect him to act in this way.

Zhou Yaren kissed down her earlobe and said indistinctly, "I've recovered a bit these past two days. Perhaps we can try absorbing yang energy to replenish yin."

"What?" Bai Yuan's ears went numb, thinking he had misheard, and he suddenly turned his head to look at him directly.

Zhou Yaren met her gaze without flinching and said, "I can."

He said, "I do."

He said, "I want to help you."

He said, "I want you to get better."

This is not a joke, and it's more sincere than ever.

"Bai Yuan." Zhou Yaren called softly, leaning forward to kiss her cold lips, truly intending to offer herself so that Bai Yuan could absorb her yang energy to replenish her yin.

Bai Yuan was naturally surprised and didn't even react for a moment. When she finally thought it through and came to her senses, she was both amused and exasperated.

Zhou Yaren was so charming that Bai Yuan opened his lips and kissed her forcefully, then pulled back a hair's breadth away: "You want to make up for it with yourself?"

Zhou Yaren loosened her sash and kissed Bai Yuanyuan again and again, using only her actions to answer and prove her innocence.

But just as he was halfway through untying the knot, Bai Yuan grabbed his waist and gave him a deep kiss that lasted for a few moments until their breathing became rapid and unsteady. Only then did Bai Yuan pull away, a faint smile on his lips, and say to Zhou Yaren, "I don't consume human essence, so I don't need you."

Zhou Yaren paused for a moment: "Don't you need to?"

"Hmm." Bai Yuan knew he meant well. "I appreciate it."

Zhou Yaren lowered her eyelids and suddenly realized that her actions just now were very abrupt and presumptuous.

“However,” Bai Yuan raised his hand and pinched his chin, forcing his long, drooping eyelashes to lift, Bai Yuan looked into his eyes, “is it not so cold anymore?”

As the frost that had condensed on the doors, windows, beams, and pillars gradually receded, Zhou Yaren was surprised to realize that the bone-chilling cold that had permeated the room had unknowingly dissipated.

“So don’t be discouraged,” Bai Yuan said. “Even if you’re not that ‘ginseng,’ you’re still useful.”

Zhou Yaren couldn't help but laugh, her eyes reddening from the laughter.

The frost was melting; did that prove he could warm Bai Yuan? This was too much for Zhou Yaren to bear, so she leaned over and kissed Bai Yuan.

The thin frost covering the tables, chairs, and floor melted as they exchanged kisses, leaving Zhou Yaren with a mouthful of cool fragrance, yet still feeling it wasn't enough.

Bai Yuan's tongue was soft and cool. As soon as it brushed past his lips and teeth, it was accepted by Zhou Yaren's warm and moist mouth and held in his mouth.

Until the cold wave was completely driven away and the indoor temperature rose, Zhou Yaren, with his lips still white with resentment, felt his body begin to heat up, but he didn't want to stop.

He never knew that kissing could be such an addictive thing, making him unwilling to end it or separate from it.

Bai Yuan almost couldn't handle it. Just as she was about to turn her head to catch her breath, her burning lips and tongue immediately entangled with hers, leaving no gap.

Zhou Yaren seemed unable to get enough of kissing him, refusing to let go. As their noses touched, their lips and tongues intertwined more skillfully and intensely. His body grew hotter and hotter, as if a fire had been lit inside him, burning from head to toe.

Is this lust?

This strange and indescribable thing finally visited his body in this room, arousing passion that made Zhou Yaren's cheeks burn and his cheekbones turn red instantly.

An irrepressible urge surged within him, craving physical intimacy. His half-undone clothes were torn open, sliding down to his waist with the rise and fall of his shoulders and back.

Zhou Yaren's breath was hot and burning, and he desperately craved the cool body temperature of Bai Yuan. But he only loosened his own clothes and belt, without rashly trying to exonerate Bai Yuan.

He didn't understand why, but his lust was burning up, as if he were bewitched. He couldn't control himself, and his lips and teeth sucked and bit along Bai Yuan's chin, making that pale skin turn wet and red.

Bai Yuan wasn't used to this kind of intimacy, and his excessive whispering and rubbing were almost too clingy. When Zhou Yaren started licking his neck, Bai Yuan instinctively pulled away, saying, "Yaren..."

Bai Yuan couldn't dodge it; the breath spraying on his neck was scalding hot, and his lips and tongue seemed to stick to his skin, soft, wet, and omnipresent.

"Enough." She instinctively tried to stop him, but ended up hugging half a naked body. Her hands were just resting on the thin muscles of her side waist, and below her was a protruding hip bone that was pressing against her palms.

Bai Yuan tightened his grip, his gaze sweeping over the bandages covering Zhou Yaren's body, a wave of helplessness washing over him: "Yaren."

She held Zhou Yaren's chin, cupped his flushed face, kissed him first, then pulled his shirt over his shoulder and helped him put it on, before stepping back a little and saying, "Take care of your wound."

This means to call a halt.

Zhou Yaren took a deep breath, trying to suppress the surging emotions within him. He knew perfectly well what he wanted to do. Although he was ashamed to say it, he had to say, "You mentioned it before... so I thought it was okay to do it."

“It is possible,” Bai Yuan said, “but it’s not the right time.”

Zhou Yaren looked at her, silently asking a question.

Bai Yuan smiled, her gaze softening with gentleness, and said, "Take care of your injuries."

The situation has developed to this point, which can be considered a natural progression. She can accept it with a smile, but how long can Zhou Yaren endure this? Even if he can, his injuries can't withstand it. If he bursts open and bleeds, how will she explain it to Elder He, who has an unusually loud voice?

She wouldn't be so tactless.

Zhou Yaren turned her head away, a smile playing on her lips, and then asked, "Was I offensive just now?"

"Hmm?" A strand of his hair dangled between Bai Yuan's fingers, tangling around her fingertip. She didn't understand why Zhou Yaren would ask such a question, because if she didn't want to, Zhou Yaren wouldn't have the chance to offend her. So Bai Yuan answered frankly, "No."

She said, "I really enjoyed it."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yaren grinned, revealing eight white teeth.

Even now, looking back, he still can't help but smile.

When he woke up, he found that Bai Yuan was not by his side, nor was the Death-Reporting Umbrella by his pillow. Lin Mu, who came to deliver medicine, told him that Bai Yuan had moved to a separate room.

A lingering chill remained in the room; his hands and feet, which had warmed from the passion, were now icy cold, clearly due to another leak of cold energy from Bai Yuan's body. He had been asleep at the time and was unaware that Bai Yuan had left the room and decided to move to another one.

Zhou Yaren didn't say anything, and he had no right to ask Bai Yuan to live with him, but he couldn't help feeling disappointed.