A tall, imposing figure stood there silently.

Bi Xie's breathing quickened as he suppressed the fear that surged within him, swallowing the 'ah' that was about to come out of his mouth.

The two stared at each other for a long time in the darkness.

Bi Xie's stiff face twitched: "Young Master Wei? Is that you? You're awake."

There was no response from the other end.

But the suddenly crisp air and the blurry outlines had already given her some clues.

Bi Xie's lips twitched, and he made conversation by saying, "It's too hot. Young Master Wei may not be used to life here. I bought a small fan. Young Master Wei can turn it on and it will cool you down."

"It's not hot, I'm cold." The man's deep voice was as captivating as the sound of wind rustling through the bamboo.

Bi Xie thought to himself, "What's with the cold weather? It's so hot!" But he smiled sincerely and said, "Then I'll get two more blankets for Young Master Wei?"

As she was saying this, she tried to get out of bed, but before she could even touch her shoes, the blanket was pulled off.

Wei Zhaoye took off his shoes, picked up Bi Xie, moved closer to her, and lay down next to her, his voice low and husky, "Xie Xie, go to sleep."

Bi Xie's entire body was as tense as steel. When she touched Wei Zhaoye's skin, it was really cold, like ice-cold water in a winter pond.

He wasn't joking; he was genuinely cold.

Could this be Wei Zhaoye's hidden illness?

When the illness occurs, it can cause the person to freeze into a solid block of ice.

Bi Xie tossed and turned for half the night, and her eyelids were heavy. She felt Wei Zhaoye staring at her intently, and somewhat dissatisfied, she covered his eyes with her small hand, then instinctively wrapped herself in that cool touch and fell asleep.

In the morning, birds chirped incessantly in the jujube tree in the yard.

Bi Xie opened her eyes, yawned, and immediately saw the jade-like chest and the fact that she was almost completely naked, pressed against the man's chest. She almost couldn't help but scream, "You, you, I, we..."

Wei Zhaoye had been awake for an unknown amount of time. He stared intently at Bi Xie with his dark eyes wide open, his hands still wrapped around the girl's bare waist.

Bi Xie was only wearing her underwear. She remembered that she had worn pajamas before going to bed, but now the pajamas had moved to the other side of the bed.

She pulled the blanket over the man's perfectly sculpted features, then quickly put on her pajamas and tossed his clothes over to him, all in one fluid motion.

Wei Zhaoye let her do as she pleased, covering his eyes. Then, an old woman called from downstairs, "Xiao Xie, come down for dinner. Grandma has made sweet potato porridge."

Bi Xie quickly replied, "Okay, Grandma, I'll be right down."

The two elderly people usually go out to sell vegetables very early in the morning, but these days, because Bi Xie has returned, only the grandfather goes out to sell vegetables in the morning, while the grandmother stays at home to prepare meals.

Judging from his grandmother's tone, Bi Xie seemed unaware that Wei Zhaoye wasn't in her room. Relieved, he lifted a corner of the blanket and said, "Get up and get dressed. Go back to your own room. Don't give yourself away in front of my grandmother!"

Wei Zhaoye's dark gaze lingered on Bi Xie for a while before he slowly began to put on his clothes.

Hearing the rustling sounds behind him, Bi Xie gritted his teeth and asked, "What happened last night? Did you take my clothes off?"

Wei Zhaoye's eyebrows twitched, and he replied with a single word as if it were perfectly natural: "Harsh."

Bi Xie's lips twitched visibly, but he still stubbornly explained, "How could my satin pajamas be uncomfortable?"