Ye Huang looked at her. Her face was as dirty as a little calico cat's, with a gash on her forehead from a stone.
"Wife." Ye Huang slowly smiled, struggling to lift his hand to caress her face.
Thinking that his hand was too cold, he retracted it.
Bai Xiao grabbed his hand and pressed it against her own face.
Extremely cold!
But she had to endure. His body temperature was so low; she needed to warm him up.
"It's too cold, don't do that…" Ye Huang shook his head, wanting to pull his hand back.
Unfortunately, he no longer had the strength.
"I just like it this way!" Bai Xiao insisted, pressing his hand against her.
"Young Master Ye, your subordinate has arrived late." Fu Xue knelt on one knee to apologize.
Doctor Zhu pushed through the crowd: "Let me handle this, he needs to replenish nutrients and warm up. I'll help with the injections; see if you can start a fire."
"Okay."
