"Move aside, it's hot, let me cool off." Nangong Zeyue said as she undressed and walked towards the window.
As soon as he pushed open the window, a gust of cold wind rushed in, and the servant quickly closed the window.
"Miss is here."
Hearing the shouts outside the door, the servant quickly grabbed Nangong Zeyue's hand.
With her clothes half-undone, Nangong Zeyue felt even more dizzy after being exposed to the cold wind.
I felt dizzy and the world was spinning. I slumped and fell onto the soft couch by the window.
"Young master, be careful!"
Exclamations came from inside the house. Jiang Shuyue didn't care about anything else and rushed in, lifting the curtain.
On the soft couch, his tall body lay sprawled out.
His handsome face looked as if it were made up, his complexion as beautiful as a peach blossom, and his bare chest revealed a patch of white skin, with a touch of pink spreading down to his neck.
"How are you? Are you very drunk?" Jiang Shuyue disregarded the difference between men and women and reached out to touch Nangong Zeyue's forehead.
My forehead felt a little warm, but not hot to the touch.
The servant said anxiously, "Young Master just came back and was unsteady on his feet. He was fine when he changed into his nightgown, but he just lost consciousness after being exposed to a cold wind."
A servant stepped forward to straighten Nangong Zeyue's open nightgown.
Jiang Shuyue quickly stopped him, "Don't move, he feels hot right now, quickly go and prepare a basin of hot water and a pot of cold tea."
The two servants acknowledged and left.
Looking at the person who was completely drunk, Jiang Shuyue couldn't help but complain, "You just drank with your colleagues yesterday, why are you drinking again today? This can't go on, it's too bad for your health."
Sensing that the charcoal fire in the room was too strong, Jiang Shuyue turned around and moved the charcoal brazier to a distance.
The person on the soft couch trembled slightly, but ultimately did not open their eyes.
A short while later, the servant brought over a basin of hot water.
Jiang Shuyue picked up a cotton handkerchief, put it in the water, wrung it out, and wiped Nangong Zeyue's forehead, face, and chest.
The person on the soft couch felt comfortable and let out a soft hum.
After doing all this, Jiang Shuyue held his wrist and took his pulse.
The servant asked anxiously, "Miss, will the young master be alright?"
"It's alright. He's not bad at drinking, it's just that this peach blossom wine is too strong. He drank too much and his pulse is a bit fast. He'll feel better after drinking some hangover soup."
After Jiang Shuyue finished taking her pulse, just as she was about to let go, that large hand turned around and grasped her hand in its palm.
He was muttering something to himself.
The servant, thinking his master had some instructions, quickly approached.
"Water...no, don't go."
"Miss, the young master is thirsty, but he won't let me leave." The servant looked troubled.
"It's alright, just stay here with me. The herbal tea and hangover soup will be here soon." Jiang Shuyue tried to pull her hand away, but the large hand was surprisingly strong.
Do drunk people feel insecure?
"Cough cough cough!"
The person on the soft couch coughed violently, and the servant hurriedly brought a wooden basin to the side of the couch. "Young master, if you feel like vomiting, just vomit. You'll feel much better after you vomit."
The servant reached out to help her up, but Nangong Zeyue's head tilted back on the soft couch, and she fell asleep again.
At this moment, Qiuju and another servant brought in some herbal tea and hangover soup.
Qiuju placed the hangover soup on the coffee table, and the servant picked up a teacup and poured half a cup of cold tea.
Jiang Shuyue said to the servant beside her, "The hangover soup is too hot. Let's give him some cool tea first."
Two servants, one holding a pillow to prop up Nangong Zeyue's head, and the other holding a teacup and bringing it closer.
Nangong Zeyue seemed to be fast asleep, and wouldn't open her mouth no matter how much she was called.
"Go get the spoon, let me do it."
The servant brought a spoon.
Jiang Shuyue pulled her hand away with just a little force this time.
The two servants were completely bewildered as they watched Jiang Shuyue feed them water spoonful by spoonful.
The young master can recognize people even when he drinks water with his eyes closed; no wonder he complains about their poor service.
After feeding Qiu Ju half a cup of water, Jiang Shuyue said, "He's a martial artist with a good physique, he's fine now. We'll take care of things here, go back and rest."
"If anything happens, Miss, please have someone come and call me."
Seeing that Nangong Zeyue did not vomit as usual when drunk, Qiuju bowed and withdrew.
Seeing that the two servants couldn't help either, Jiang Shuyue said to them, "You can both go down now. Just leave one of you in the outer room. I'll call you if I need anything."
The two servants withdrew.
A moment later, Jiang Shuyue estimated that the hangover soup was ready to drink.
She picked up the spoon and started feeding him again. Nangong Zeyue cooperated well, and the bowl of hangover soup was quickly finished.
After a short while, the blush on Nangong Zeyue's neck faded, and Jiang Shuyue reached out to help him button up his nightgown.
Just as she was halfway up the button, the sleeping person mumbled something, grabbed her hand, and pressed it against his chest.
Seeing the slightly furrowed brows of the sleeping man, Jiang Shuyue was moved.
I remember how Sui Sui used to always tug at her clothes when she slept.
Nangong Zeyue grew up without his parents, so he probably feels insecure deep down.
After a moment, Jiang Shuyue gently withdrew her hand and found a small blanket in the room to cover him.
I took her pulse again; it wasn't beating as fast as before, but it was still faster than usual.
Seeing that the redness on Nangong Zeyue's face had not faded, Jiang Shuyue decided to stay and observe for a while longer.
Looking up and around, I saw a book on a chair not far away.
She got up, turned the lamp wick up a bit, picked up a book, and sat back down at the coffee table to read.
This was a travelogue she had already read, and she decided to read it again to pass the time.
After an unknown amount of time, Nangong Zeyue's dizziness subsided.
The burning sensation in my heart also disappeared without a trace.
The familiar scent of roses lingered around his nose, and in his dream he held the person he had been longing for day and night, as if her warmth still lingered on his chest.
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