Chapter 3 Do something romantic: ice packs and hot compresses

That night, Yu Xue was already asleep, but Wen Feng was still lying on the bed next to her reading a transmigration novel.

He used improper means to find out Yu Xue's reader account and found the online novels she had been reading over the past two years, starting with the transmigration type.

He suddenly turned his head and glanced at Yu Xue, but perhaps because it was too dark, he couldn't see the movement of the blankets.

He got out of bed barefoot, walked up to Yu Xue, and looked at her for a long time.

When she falls asleep, her lips are always taut, not expressionless, but as if she's having a nightmare.

At this moment, he was certain that Yu Xue was alive, but he still couldn't help but reach out and place his finger under her nose.

A gentle breeze blew on his fingers.

Yu Xue was alive, but he didn't retract his finger. His finger hovered in front of Yu Xue, just a little bit closer and it would touch her, but he didn't. He just stayed there, without moving an inch.

His gaze fell on the cell phone that had suddenly lit up in the distance.

It's Yu Xue's phone.

Yu Xue was not allowed to use her phone during her treatment, but she said she was worried about leaving it at the hospital, so she asked Wen Feng to get it back. She put it in Wen Feng's pocket, and Wen Feng asked the doctor if she could play a game like Connect Four without connecting to the internet.

The doctor said it was okay, but she absolutely couldn't access information online, as they might worsen her condition. She doesn't yet have the mental fortitude to accept this.

Wen Feng withdrew his gaze, looked down, and met the two beautiful luminous pearls. He was so startled that his hand trembled and touched Yu Xue's nose, as if he had just brushed against it; it was icy cold, as if the surroundings were already a world of ice and snow.

Yu Xue smiled and watched him haphazardly withdraw his hand; she had never seen him like this before.

Yu Xue: "What's wrong?"

Wen Feng: "I wanted to give you an extra blanket."

He lied with a straight face, but Yu Xue saw through him immediately.

Before she even opened her eyes, she felt Wen Feng reach out his hand. How could she not know how long he had been there?

Wen Feng: "When did you wake up?"

Yu Xue: "When you got out of bed."

Wen Feng: "..."

Yu Xue explained gently in a slightly hoarse voice, "I'm a light sleeper; even the sound of turning off the lights wakes me up."

She rolled over, tilted her head back, and looked at him: "Are you afraid I'll die?"

"No." Wen Feng usually speaks very little, only showing some eloquence when working. In daily life, his communication skills are almost suffocating.

He wanted to explain further, but suddenly realized that Yu Xue was telling the truth. He couldn't refute her, and he didn't want to lie, so he could only look at her, speechless.

Afraid of upsetting Yu Xue, he tried his best to squeeze out a few words: "I'm afraid you'll be cold."

"Pfft—" Yu Xue laughed for a long time, then pulled the blanket over and lay down. "It's a bit cold. Go to the cabinet over there and get me another blanket."

Wen Feng went there and chose a quilt that didn't look too thick, afraid that a thick one would be too heavy and crush the patient.

Wen Feng tucked her in, grabbed his things, and left. "I have some work to do, I'm going out for a bit, I'll come back tomorrow."

“Hey…” Yu Xue wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to come here if he had something to do. This private sanatorium was very attentive, and the caregivers would come during the day, so he didn’t need to bother making a special trip.

But before he could stop him, Wen Feng, though quick to speak, was already gone.

After a while, Yu Xue was about to lie back down and continue sleeping when she suddenly heard footsteps, which sounded like Wen Feng.

"Huh?" She turned her head in confusion. She hadn't misheard; it was Wen Feng who had returned.

Wen Feng: "I heard you speak."

"Huh?" Yu Xue didn't react.

Wen Feng wasn't sure if Yu Xue had actually called him, but he felt like she had heard him. Since she had heard him, he had to come back, after all, he was there as a caregiver and had to fulfill his duties and serve the patients wholeheartedly.

He asked, "Is there anything else you wanted to see me about?"

Yu Xue finally realized why he had turned back, and burst into uncontrollable laughter again, saying, "I said, if you're busy with work, you don't need to come all the way tomorrow."

"Not busy," Wen Feng replied immediately, then paused for a moment and added, "I've put all my work aside."

Yu Xue: "Didn't you just say you had a job?"

Wen Feng: "...You misspoke."

Yu Xue couldn't stop laughing, "Then what are you going out for?"

Wen Feng: "...Something's up."

Yu Xue: "Alright, alright, go ahead, get some rest... cough cough... cough cough..."

Wen Feng hurriedly stepped forward and tucked the blanket in for her.

He was as meticulous as a cautious eunuch.

Wen Feng: "Get under the covers and don't come out. Turn on the air conditioner if you're cold."

"Okay," Yu Xue said. "It's alright, it's not that serious, you can go."

Wen Feng is gone.

He did indeed put all his work aside, at least for a week. His father came out of retirement again, saying he would take care of his business for half a month so that he could focus on being with his wife. If Yu Xue couldn't be discharged from the hospital, he would continue to stay with her. Anyway, his father said he was still healthy and could last for several more years, so Yu Xue could focus on recovering and Wen Feng could focus on taking care of her.

He just didn't want to stay in the ward and disturb Yu Xue's rest.

It's already past three o'clock. He'll look for a hotel during the day tomorrow and just make do in the car for the night.

He was a man of few words, but full of ideas. The next day, he woke up and bought several books at a bookstore outside, mostly funny comics and the like.

He went to the ward and found Yu Xue pacing back and forth in the room.

She walked barefoot across the cold floor, wrapped in a blanket, as if imitating a white butterfly fluttering in the air.

She is beautiful. The sun came out today, and the sunlight shone on Yu Xue, making her look very pretty.

Beauty is something that is truly difficult to define in a single way.

When Yu Xue first debuted, whether she was holding a concert or appearing on a show, the comments and bullet screens were all praising her beauty. It was as if she were a fairy descending from the heavens.

Starting four years ago, suddenly ugly photos started flying everywhere. Whether it was a private outing or an event, anything that was photographed became an ugly picture. There were also beautiful pictures, but every time they were posted, they were said to be photoshopped, and then another bunch of ugly pictures followed. It seems that I have never seen such ugly people in history.

For a long time, Yu Xue didn't know what she looked like. It was so surreal; it was impossible for someone to be both stunningly beautiful and utterly hideous at the same time. The image of herself in her eyes and in the mirror seemed unreal.

Wen Feng didn't know what Yu Xue looked like in other people's eyes, but the light reflected from his eyes was flawless and clear. The person in front of him, wrapped in a quilt and dancing gracefully, was like the whitest and brightest snowflake on a pine branch.

"What are you doing?" Wen Feng placed the books he had bought on the shelf.

Yu Xue: "My legs are numb. The doctor told me to move around a bit, but I didn't want to go out, so I just walked around in the room for a while."

Such a simple reason. Wen Feng thought she suddenly wanted to do something romantic, like dancing.

Wen Feng said, "I'll go with you?"

Yu Xue stopped, looked up at him, and asked, "Why are you keeping me company?"

Wen Feng: "Dancing?"

He suddenly wanted to do something romantic, something he hadn't done in a long time.

The last time I did something like this was when I wrote a letter to Yu Xue.

Yu Xue's icy hand rested on his burning hot palm.

Both of them were very serious when suddenly Yu Xue laughed.

She said, "I want to say something very poetic."

Wen Feng's hand was already around her waist as he asked, "What?"

Yu Xue: "You're melting my heart."

Wen Feng: "You're freezing me to death."

He said it in a very serious tone, which was somewhat comical.

Dancing in a hospital room sounds romantic, but the problem is that Wen Feng isn't a very good dancer. Although he's attended dances, he's never been one of the dancers on the dance floor. He doesn't like dancing.

In the past, he would watch Yu Xue dance with others and try to learn a few steps, but he was so clumsy that Yu Xue practically led him around.

Wen Feng was extremely cautious, fearing that he might make a mistake.

Sure enough, something went wrong!

However, the one who made the mistake was not him, but Yu Xue.

Yu Xue stepped on the blanket that was dragging on the floor, slipped, and fell down.

Wen Feng quickly grabbed her shoulders and waist. In the chaos, it was difficult to exert force in this position. Yu Xue kicked him in the confusion, and his knees buckled, causing him to lose his balance. The two of them fell down, one by the other's shoulders and the other by the other's waist.

Wen Feng used one hand to protect Yu Xue's head, his knuckles hitting the ground first with a sound.

There was nothing seriously wrong. Yu Xue landed on her bottom first, and Wen Feng protected her head. She was sore from the fall, but not injured. As for Wen Feng, apart from landing on his hands and knees, his upper body was almost entirely supported by Yu Xue, so he was also unharmed.

Wen Feng was unsure whether to pull his hands or legs out first. Yu Xue tried to crawl out from under his supporting arms, but it was too narrow. Unless she was a cat, it would be impossible for her to get out.

Wen Feng immediately stepped aside, stood up, and helped Yu Xue up.

He reached out his hand first, and Yu Xue noticed the redness on the back of his hand, which was almost bleeding.

Yu Xue stood up, her smile fading, and said with concern, "Let's call a doctor to take a look."

Wen Feng glanced at his hand and said, "No need, it doesn't hurt."

Yu Xue said, "Then remember to buy some ointment when you go downstairs later and apply it."

"Does your arm hurt?" Wen Feng raised his chin; he had just noticed that Yu Xue's elbow had hit the ground.

Yu Xue rubbed it a couple of times, "It's okay, just like you, it doesn't hurt."

Wen Feng stopped arguing with her and nodded twice.

The two stood there blankly for a while, then Yu Xue suddenly pointed to the bed and said, "Sit here."

Wen Feng walked over and sat down.

He thought Yu Xue was just making conversation, but after he sat down, he found that Yu Xue didn't sit down, but instead went to the table and moved a small stool.

He looked at her with a puzzled expression.

His injured hand was pulled and placed on his thigh.

Yu Xue stretched out the back of her hand and placed it on the back of his hand, looking at him with a smile.

Wen Feng asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

It can't be because they like holding hands, right?

Yu Xue said, "I'll give you an ice pack."

She felt that her hands were no worse than ice cubes.

Wen Feng lowered his head, scratched his neck helplessly, and after a while, he put his other hand on hers, and their hands were piled on Wen Feng's lap.

Yu Xue was also puzzled and tilted her head.

Wen Feng: "Apply heat."