Chapter 10

Ye Baixiao hurried back to the room, holding Xie Fuyi.

As he placed him on the bed, he felt Xie Fuyi’s body was icy cold. He quickly raised his hand, and in an instant, spiritual power circulated through his limbs, bringing warmth.

He then held Xie Fuyi’s swollen ankle, lightly stroking it with his fingers, and instantly the swelling disappeared, leaving his skin as fair as before.

After everything was done, Ye Baixiao finally sat down by the bedside and tucked the blanket around Xie Fuyi.

Ye Baixiao’s dark gaze fell on Xie Fuyi’s rosy lips. Thinking of the moment when he had seen Yuehua wanting to kiss him, a surge of jealousy almost made Ye Baixiao lose control. His eyes flashed with red momentarily, but he forcibly suppressed it.

Remembering the words that person had said, Ye Baixiao’s fingers moved involuntarily, lifting to press against Xie Fuyi’s lips.

“Mmm…”

The person on the bed let out a soft moan, bringing Ye Baixiao’s attention back. “Master?”

Only then did he notice that Xie Fuyi seemed uncomfortable, his face abnormally flushed.

Ye Baixiao furrowed his brows, gently touching his forehead with the back of his hand, feeling the heat radiating from it.

“Master, are you running a fever?” His heart tightened, and he quickly held him up to sit against the bed, sending spiritual power into him, trying to dispel the heat.

As spiritual power flowed into him, Xie Fuyi’s brows furrowed tightly, and his face contorted in pain.

“Mmm… Don’t…”

Ye Baixiao quickly withdrew his hand, staring at it in a daze for a moment—strange, why didn’t his spiritual power, when directly infused into the body, work?

The person in his arms stirred restlessly, waking up groggily. Xie Fuyi rubbed haphazardly, the chaotic spiritual power coursing through his body causing a scorching pain, as if he were engulfed in flames.

“It hurts…” Xie Fuyi’s body burned with feverish heat, his restless movements becoming more intense. His fair nails dug into Ye Baixiao’s hand, breaking the skin. Despite his half-open, watery eyes, his flushed face looked incredibly pitiful.

“Master, where does it hurt? Don’t scare me!” Ye Baixiao paid no attention to the pain of his hand being scratched. He wanted to use spiritual power to alleviate the pain but hesitated, afraid it might worsen his condition.

For the first time, he felt this sense of panic. Even if he was powerful, what good was it if he couldn’t protect the person he cared about the most?

Ye Baixiao struggled to maintain his composure and carefully examined Xie Fuyi. He confirmed that Xie Fuyi was just suffering from a fever due to catching a cold, and for some reason, his spiritual power couldn’t help alleviate it.

With a slight movement of his fingers, Ye Baixiao gently brushed aside the sweat-dampened strands of black hair on Xie Fuyi’s fair face and said in a hoarse voice, “Master, you’ve caught a cold. Since spiritual power isn’t effective, let me help you sweat it out. You’ll feel better soon.”

Xie Fuyi managed to maintain some clarity at this moment. What did he mean by helping him sweat it out? Did he think he was an ignorant fool?

Xie Fuyi glared at Ye Baixiao, but his red-rimmed eyes lacked intimidation, and even as they flickered, they only sparked contemplation.

Unable to resist the urge, Ye Baixiao’s fingers fidgeted, and his deep voice sounded hoarse, “Master, sweating it out will help you recover faster. Please, trust me…”

…

Wanted to kiss him.

Ye Baixiao’s heavy breathing grew closer, almost completely enveloping him in shadow.

With watery eyes, Xie Fuyi struggled to muster a hint of clarity—no!

Continuing like this would really make the protagonist impure!

Tears welled up in Xie Fuyi’s eyes. “I feel so uncomfortable…”

Ye Baixiao paused, his breathing heavy, sweat beading on his forehead no less than Xie Fuyi’s. His arm tensed with restrained frustration, yet he simply gazed steadily at Xie Fuyi’s expression of refusal, without taking any further action.

After a while, Ye Baixiao’s hot hands finally released him. He only uttered in a low, heavy breath, “It’s okay, Master. Once you’ve sweated it out, you’ll feel better…”

Xie Fuyi almost spat out a mouthful of blood. Was he still using sweating as an excuse?

However, after venting for a while just now, Xie Fuyi finally calmed down a bit. “You go out,” he said, pushing Ye Baixiao away. His mind was foggy, his face flushed, and even his breath carried warmth.

Ye Baixiao held his wrist, patting his back gently, and asked softly, “Master, do you feel any better?”

Xie Fuyi’s body temperature had returned to normal, but he was drenched in sweat.

Feeling weak and feverish, he lay in Ye Baixiao’s arms, his black hair scattered behind him. His hazy eyes, half-opened and half-closed, looked softly at him and he weakly responded, “Mmm.”

Ye Baixiao met his gaze, his chest tightening suddenly, his throat rolling heavily, struggling to contain his breath.

It was the pain of biting his tongue that brought him back to reality. He closed his eyes briefly. “Let me take you for a bath first.”

Ye Baixiao got up and carried Xie Fuyi to the bath, then changed into clean clothes himself.

Xie Fuyi was too exhausted at this point to even move a finger. Gradually, he drifted off into a drowsy sleep, allowing Ye Baixiao to fuss over him as he pleased.

After Ye Baixiao tucked him into bed with a blanket, he went to take a cold bath in the cold pool.

Inside his body, the scorching heat almost burst his meridians, while the icy water outside felt like layers of frost. The alternating sensations brought waves of stinging pain, but Ye Baixiao paid it no mind, solely focused on quickly sorting himself out before returning to watch over Xie Fuyi.

Inside, the suppressed Akano could only watch helplessly, his teeth gnashing with sarcasm, “Are you really incapable? You’d rather soak in the cold pool than dare to touch him?”

Ye Baixiao remained expressionless. “Convincing him of our intimacy already feels like deceit. As for this matter, I’ll wait until he’s willing.”

After a moment of silence, Akano sneered lightly, “…You’d better hope so.” Seeing the man’s stupidity, he doubted Ye Baixiao would ever come to his senses, no matter how long he soaked. Anyway, those weren’t his words.

…

At night, Ye Baixiao lay on the outer side of the bed, holding Xie Fuyi as they slept. Despite the faint medicinal scent on the person’s body, he couldn’t fall asleep at all. Even with his eyes closed, all he could see in his mind was the figure of the other.

By morning, Xie Fuyi woke up with his clothes changed, no dizziness or foot pain anymore, and Ye Baixiao still tightly embracing him.

Recalling being brought back by Ye Baixiao in a daze last night, and how he helped “sweat it out”… but…

“Where’s Yuehua Immortal?” He was startled, pushing Ye Baixiao away as he tried to get out of bed.

“Master,” Ye Baixiao reached out and held his wrist.

He had slept lightly, waking up as soon as Xie Fuyi opened his eyes. He just hadn’t expected that the first thing Xie Fuyi would do upon waking up was to worry about someone else. Was that person really so important?

His dark eyes dimmed slightly as he said calmly, “You’re just recovering, so rest first. Yuehua Immortal still has his spiritual power, so there’s no need for us to worry.”

“No, I’m not at ease. I’ll go check on him.” Xie Fuyi remembered that last night, Yuehua had protected him and got injured even worse. But the hand on his wrist held him like a vice, refusing to let go.

Ye Baixiao met Xie Fuyi’s puzzled gaze, lowering his eyes slightly to conceal the deep turmoil within. He spoke softly, “You rest first. I’ll go check.”

Xie Fuyi breathed a sigh of relief. “Alright, please go help him quickly!”

Xie Fuyi urgently urged Ye Baixiao out of the door—if the protagonist could rescue Yuehua now, would that mean the storyline was successfully completed?

On the other side, Ye Baixiao now pushed out the door, watched as it closed behind him, his deep eyes swirling with dark currents. A hint of red flashed momentarily. In his mind, Akano’s restless voice couldn’t help but taunt, “You endured all night, so what? Will he appreciate you? Better let me…”

He still wanted to unsettle Ye Baixiao, to grab hold of the dominance over their shared body.

“Get lost,” Ye Baixiao said coldly as he turned away.

He had no intention of bringing Yuehua back, preferably he’d never return.