Taking advantage of his momentary daze, the other person's tongue swiftly traced behind his sensitive ear.
He was absolutely certain.
The soft coolness was especially noticeable in the scorching space that was about to burst into flames.
"It's salty." The other person reported to him in a serious tone, "Yun, you're very hot, be careful of heatstroke."
In the cramped and stuffy space, Yun Wei felt like he was about to faint.
What did Isaac just say?
He felt like he wasn't even breathing his own breath anymore.
Yes, blacksmithing is really tiring, and the red-hot sword blank in front of me is constantly radiating heat in all directions.
He was indeed on the verge of heatstroke.
But if two people are pressed together, drenched in sweat—
Stop, Yun Wei, you can't think about this anymore!
Just thinking about that scene made his cheeks burn even hotter, as if the blood in his entire body was about to boil.
In the end, Yun Wei chose to continue struggling.
He said, "But I can't just stop like this..."
Yun Wei thought, yes, he can't stop, otherwise the sword embryo will immediately cool down and deform, and all his efforts will be in vain.
"It's alright, leave it to me."
But the moment the next hammer blow rang out, Isaac swiftly took the hammer from his hand and continued to strike with unwavering rhythm.
The other person's left hand was still firmly pressed on the fire tongs, so that even though Yun Wei withdrew his hands, he was still firmly imprisoned in the gap in front of Isaac.
Worried about blocking the other person's view, he couldn't roll up his shirt from bottom to top and take it off like the other person did.
Yun Wei could only carefully place his arm in front of his body and loosen the buttons slightly.
The buttons that I usually unbutton easily are acting up for no reason, refusing to go through the stiff lining holes for ages.
Isaac's swinging motion with the hammer was so large that Yun Wei had to lean against his powerful chest in order not to hinder him.
With each rise and fall of the hammer, the rhythmic undulations that made his soul tremble were clearly transmitted to the depths of his heart through his already soaked thin clothes.
He could no longer tell whether his eardrum or his heart was more sensitive at this moment.
He was on the verge of collapse.
Finally, he ripped off the last button, which rolled to the ground. Yun Wei carefully pulled his arms back, freeing his hands from his sleeves.
Having lost their last support, their soaked clothes fell mercilessly to the ground through the thin gap between them.
The dull thud was like thunder, causing Yun Wei's already numb eardrums to vibrate suddenly.
The next moment, he immediately felt a strange sensation on his back.
It's cool, smooth, and powerful...
He didn't know how to describe it; his brain seemed to have completely shut down at that moment.
He was caught between extremes of heat and cold, with only the incessant hammering a testament to his current predicament.
The rosy glow of the sunset painted her face, and her dark eyes were glistening with dew—whether from mist or sweat, it was hard to tell…
However, Isaac did not let Yun Wei off the hook.
Seeing that he hadn't moved for a while, the other person asked in a low voice, "Tired?"
"Mmm," Yun Wei responded softly, his voice as light as a mosquito's buzz, barely audible.
He knew he had already been completely defeated, so he shouldn't try to be stubborn anymore.
"Heh." Isaac chuckled softly, seemingly quite pleased with himself. "Then you can take a break and help me fix the fire tongs. Be good, just a little longer, it'll be done soon."
The other person's voice seemed to be right next to his ear, and Yun Wei felt a slight dampness in his right ear.
He felt dizzy and couldn't tell if it was the steam from his sweat or the other person's full lips brushing against the back of his ear.
He could only focus all his attention on his left hand, which was holding the fire tongs.
The force of the hammer blow traveled through the sword blank to the fire tongs, and then through the fire tongs to his palm and his heart.
The remarkably rhythmic hammering never stopped. Even though he couldn't see the expression on the other person's face, Yun Wei could still imagine those deep and resolute eyes.
At this very moment, it must be honestly reflecting the blazing fire in the furnace, hot and brilliant.
"clang--"
Another powerful hammer blow came.
Sparks flew outwards and scattered everywhere, but a few landed on Yun Wei's slender waist, causing him to hold his breath, pull in his stomach, and dodge backwards.
The sparks, though bright red, felt not hot at all when they touched skin; they seemed even less hot than the black-haired youth's body temperature.
"Don't be afraid," the sweating man behind Yun Wei said.
Although he knew the flying sparks wouldn't cause any harm, Isaac, with nothing better to do, placed his left hand on Isaac's waist, using the back of his hand to shield him from the incoming sparks.
The other person's palm was clearly cold, but Yun Wei felt as if he were being scalded.
Isaac's large hands were so broad that he could almost feel the rough calluses at the base of Isaac's fingers.
A familiar, subtle itch spread rapidly from where the two were touching. Yun Wei bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from letting out a muffled groan.
I don't know how much time passed like this.
"Sizzle—"
As the sound of quenching echoed again, Yun Wei was finally freed.
As soon as Isaac's left hand left his waist, Yun Wei quickly dodged to the side.
His shirt, already dirty from his unconscious walking around, now lay pitifully slumped on the not-so-clean floor.
Yun Wei sighed, then took out two towels from his spatial storage and handed one to Isaac.
It was only then that he realized his right hand was so tired that he could barely lift it.
Even with a slight upward tilt of less than 60 degrees, both the upper arm and forearm trembled like a leaf.
Seemingly noticing his disheveled appearance, Isaac rushed to his side in one stride.
"Go back and rest, Yun. It won't be dawn for another two hours," Yun Wei heard the other person say to him with utmost gentleness.
Yun Wei hesitated and said, "But..."
The lab was a mess, and he hadn't had time to clean it up yet.
For example, that button that's now lost somewhere.
For example, that poor white shirt that suffered an undeserved misfortune.
And there's also that ceremonial greatsword, the one he hasn't even seen in its final form yet.
"It's alright, leave everything to me." Isaac had already taken the towel from his hand and was now carefully wiping the sweat from his body. "I'll dry you off first, then I'll take you back to your room."
“Mm,” Yun Wei replied.
He struggled to raise his arm to cover his flushed face, and remained silent, which was tantamount to acquiescing to the other party's unauthorized actions.
“Clouds,” Isaac spoke again.
"Hmm?" Yun Wei replied listlessly.
At this moment, he was truly exhausted.
Once his tense nerves relaxed, weariness surged in like a tide, gradually engulfing him with sweet dreams.
"You don't need to be so shy. Your body is beautiful, more beautiful than anything in the world."
In the instant before he fell into the dream, he lay in Isaac's strong arms and heard the other's devout praise.
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