In the huge study, I was alone under the candlelight.

Ye sighed, and his tall and straight figure looked a little lonely in the dim light.

.......

The temperature in the spiritual world in winter is very cold. After leaving the study, Zhao Zhao came to Yue's room in the cold wind.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

"Master Yuefeng, you..."

Before he could finish his words, the heavy carved door in front of him opened, and Yue jumped into his arms happily and quickly, holding his waist and pushing him into the room.

"Zhao Zhao, you're so cold~"

The warm body was only wearing a snow-white inner garment. Zhao Zhao pushed him away, worried that she would infect him with the cold air.

Yue smiled and stepped back following his force, then closed the door with her backhand: "Why are you here so late?" Her softer voice sounded along with the sound of the door closing.

His soft hair fell to his waist. He stepped forward and placed his head on Zhao Zhao's shoulder. "I couldn't sleep because of the pain from my injury, but after seeing you, I feel much better."

"Zhao Zhao," the warm hand grasped Zhao Zhao's slightly cold palm: "Your hands are also cold, let me warm them up for you."

He didn't care when Zhao Zhao shook his hand away, and continued to hold his hand with a smile.

Zhao Zhao: ...

From the moment he entered the door, Yue spoke one sentence after another. After he finished speaking, Zhao Zhao lowered his eyes and met the young man leaning on his shoulder.

There was no light in the room, and through the dim moonlight filtering through the windowsill, Yue could see the outline of Zhao Zhao's delicate face.

He chuckled softly, imagining Zhao Zhao looking at him with indifferent and helpless expression, and his heart softened.

Yue frowned slightly when he noticed Zhao Zhao pushing him, and cried out in pain: "Hiss! It hurts!"

Zhao Zhao didn't dare to use any strength for a moment, and the serious wounds on Yue's body today flashed through his mind.

However, as soon as his thoughts were in a mess, he was pushed to sit on the soft bed by the young man who was so weak and crying out in pain just now.

"You..." Warm fingers pressed against his lips. Zhao Zhao shut up and sensed Yue's breath approaching in the darkness.