Chapter 56

At this moment, his beauty was breathtaking—his features strikingly alluring, as if crafted to enchant the world. The way he gazed at her was utterly mesmerizing, almost soul-stealing.

Ye Baizhi felt as though his eyes were pulling her in, her heartbeat growing erratic. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your body recovers.”

“We’ve had a long day. Let’s rest for now.”

“Alright.” She let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Ye Wulan’s exquisite, almost unnatural charm was dangerous to look at for too long—she wasn’t sure if she could withstand it. So she shut her eyes and focused on sleep. Lying down, she sensed Ye Wulan settling in as well, his breathing calm. Only then did she fully relax.

She reminded herself—tonight, she must sleep properly. Turning her head, she glanced at Da Bao, lying on the inner side of the bed, peacefully asleep.

Ye Wulan had carefully tucked the blanket around him.

Ye Baizhi could tell—he doted on Da Bao, treating him with gentle affection. Da Bao also really liked Ye Wulan. That was good.

After a long day of work, she felt exhausted and quickly drifted into sleep. But in the middle of the night, Ye Baizhi sensed something—an icy chill that jolted her awake. She sat up abruptly and turned to look at Ye Wulan beside her. Using her abilities, she could see clearly—his complexion was pale, his body ice-cold, and wisps of frost rose from him. She took his pulse and found that he was even weaker than he had been during the day. His vital signs were faint.

Ye Baizhi’s heart pounded in alarm. “Ye Wulan? Ye Wulan?”

But he didn’t wake. He seemed trapped in a nightmare. In that moment, he looked fragile and ethereal—his long black hair cascading like a waterfall, shrouded in an illusory haze.

She knew the Enchanter Demon tribe had a unique constitution, and he had told her before that he had once suffered grave injuries. He had been sealed in the tribe’s sacred ice coffin for nearly a hundred years before awakening.

Ye Baizhi channeled the bit of wood-based energy she had gathered over the past few days and directed it into him—but it had no effect.

“What should I do?” Panic flooded her mind.

Although she knew medicine, Ye Wulan’s condition was unique—she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was nothing she could do.

Just then, a voice echoed in her mind from the space.

“The master’s body carries innate healing abilities. If the master holds him while sleeping, he will improve significantly.”

“If the master sleeps with him and bears his child, his body will fully recover.”

Hearing this, Ye Baizhi’s lips twitched. “Of course, you decide to speak up now—when I ask you things normally, you never answer.”

“Is there really no other solution?”

It wasn’t that she was unwilling—this was simply the way of the Beast Continent. One adapted to local customs.

But looking at Ye Wulan in his current state, she worried his body wouldn’t be able to endure such strain. After she asked, the space fell silent.

Ye Baizhi felt that the space always failed to speak at critical moments. Sometimes, it was truly unreliable.

Left with no other choice, she moved forward and leaned into Ye Wulan’s embrace, holding him close. As she watched him, after a while, she could indeed feel his body improving—his unstable energy gradually settling. The cold on his body had eased a little. Only then did Ye Baizhi breathe a sigh of relief. But she had to admit—Ye Wulan’s scent was intoxicating. Unknowingly, she drifted off to sleep as she breathed it in.

It was a night of peaceful rest.

The next morning, when Ye Baizhi opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Ye Wulan’s exquisitely beautiful face.

For a moment, her gaze wavered.

Ye Wulan lay on his side, propping his head up with one hand while his other arm wrapped around her. He seemed to have been watching her all along. His lips curved into a mesmerizing, intoxicating smile, and his eyes, alluring and shimmering, sent a faint tremor through her heartstrings.

“You’re awake?”

“Awake… I’m awake!”

She felt as if even speaking made her tongue twist.

“Thank you for last night, Miss Ye.”

Though his consciousness had been hazy, something deep within him had registered the truth. In the depths of icy coldness, when it felt like he was being frozen once again, he had sensed the warmth emanating from her. It had dispelled every trace of cold within him.

Waking up to find the soft warmth of the person in his embrace—that moment of fulfillment was beyond compare.

As Ye Wulan spoke, he straightened slightly, his fingers gently tucking the stray strands of hair beside her face. Once he had smoothed them out, his slender fingers idly hooked a few strands, playing with them—their elegant shape, the defined joints, all strikingly beautiful. He seemed to be utterly captivated by her hair, yet his touch remained gentle, careful never to hurt her.

Ye Baizhi was still enveloped by Ye Wulan’s presence, not fully awake yet. Her face flushed as she realized he was conscious, and she quickly explained, “Your body was freezing. I had no choice but to do this.”

Ye Wulan’s smile was warm and tender. “My body feels much better now.”

“Last night was the most restful sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

At first, nightmares had haunted him, but the warmth of her presence had banished them entirely.

Ye Baizhi could see the difference—he truly seemed better. She sat up. “Let me check your pulse.”

Ye Wulan complied without hesitation. After carefully taking his pulse, she discovered that his condition had indeed improved. She exhaled slowly, relieved.

“Miss Ye, are you worried about me?”

Ye Baizhi’s eyelashes quivered, and after a brief pause, she admitted, “Of course I’m worried about you.”

“Last night, your condition was serious. Was something wrong?”

Ye Wulan sighed lightly. “I slept within an ice coffin for a hundred years. Though it preserved my life, it left lingering effects—the cold within me cannot fully dissipate.”

The cold from the ice coffin had accumulated within his body. One day, he might be completely frozen, slipping into an eternal sleep. As for how long he could live, he didn’t care. But after meeting her, he found himself wanting to live a little longer.

At that moment, the despair and chilling emptiness in Ye Wulan’s eyes made Ye Baizhi’s heart tighten.

“You will recover,” she said firmly.

“…Alright.”

Ye Wulan had come to realize that he now had something tying him to this world.

“I told you—I will cure you.”

She sensed an elusive air about him, as though he regarded his own life with indifferent detachment. Perhaps he didn’t truly believe he could ever be healed.

Ye Wulan’s gaze flickered as he met her determined eyes. “Miss Ye, how do you intend to cure me?”

“I’ll tell you. There is only one way.”

With that, he gently pulled her into his embrace. His eyes were tender, full of lingering affection, as his lips slowly descended toward hers. The fragrance on his skin and breath was an intoxicating scent—bewitching yet utterly entrancing.