Still slightly disoriented after just waking up, Ning Yi stares at Zhi Wei blanketly feeling too warm and too lazy to think about moving as he watches her nimbly dry his clothes over the fire: Outer robe, inner robe, pants, undergarments…

Undergarments….

Undergarments?

Jerking up the blanket in a hurry, Ning Yi glances down before immediately pulling the blanket back down.

Ignoring Ning Yi who seems to be in a daze after his little discovery, Zhi Wei nonchalantly raise up the undergarments to check for wet spots.

Apparently jolted out of his daze by Zhi Wei’s behavior, Ning Yi barked angrily “Put it down!”

Turning around to give Ning Yi an innocent look, Zhi Wei lets out a sigh. Seriously, why is he acting so awkward? Am I not trying to make him comfortable? If not, then what do I care if your undergarments are dry or not? I just need to make sure your outer robes are dry enough that others can’t tell it was wet.

Gathering up the dry clothes, a very considerate Zhi Wei even have them all folded up in a pile…with the silky undergarments resting on the very top.

Almost choking on a gasp when he sees what is on top of the clothes pile, Ning Yi couldn’t help but glance up at Zhi Wei. The woman’s expression is completely innocent. There is even a hint of shyness in her expression…but he just feels certain that she did it on purpose.

Still, embarrassment aside, Ning Yi could feel the sorrow pressing on his heart dissipating. Letting out a sigh, Ning Yi checks over his own condition and discovers that despite his old ailments acting up, his health hasn’t worsened and he didn’t catch a cold in that torrent rain. All this was thanks to her.

His clothes in a neat pile beside him, Ning Yi stares up at the woman in front of him blankly. The storm rain had washed away the disguise on her petite face and messed up her hair as well so she had simply let her hair down. Feeling the silk like hair falling on the back of his hand as she bends down, something soft seems to wiggled itself deep into his heart. Yelping in surprise when Ning Yi unexpectedly presses down on her hair with a flip of his hand, Zhi Wei pulls out her hair and chides “Stop messing around.”

Her voice was gentle with a hint of laughter in it. The gentleness in her voice is her trademark but this time, there was also a rare hint of indulgence and attentiveness in it…lighting a small candle in the corner of Ning Yi’s frigid heart.

After quickly putting on his clothes underneath the blanket, Ning Yi frowns when he finally get a good look at his surrounding “Where did you get the things to start a fire? You used her stuff?”

“I just know you needed them.” With her back to him, Zhi Wei voice doesn’t give any hint that she has picked up the displeasure in his question “No matter how valuable something is, nothing compares to staying alive.”

Falling silent, Ning Yi looks around again and finally mutters after a long moment “Nothing has changed…”

Too busy sneezing, thanks to the wind that swept in from the window, Zhi Wei didn’t pay any attention to Ning Yi’s forlorn reminiscence.

Pressing a hand to his chest, Ning Yi pulls out a pill from his robe pocket and throws it into his mouth. His attention caught by Zhi Wei’s continuous sneezes, Ning Yi says after hesitating a moment “You can take down the bed veils and burn them as well.”

“You are willing now?” Amusement in her eyes, Zhi Wei looks back at Ning Yi.

“I just don’t want you to draw suspicion by sneezing up a storm during tonight’s feast.” Sitting up in bed with the blanket around him, Ning Yi replies with an aloof expression.

Not about to pay any mind to a certain someone who is forever unwilling to simply admit what he is thinking, Zhi Wei turns her attention back to the fire only to hear Ning Yi demands “Pull that over to the bed.”

Do you really think I am your maid?? Despite her silent mutterings, Zhi Wei who is too used to always showing her good-natured side still ended up pulling the fire basin over to the bed with a smile.

“Come over here for a moment.” Ning Yi commands again.

Walking over, Zhi Wei sits down by the edge of the bed.

The man pulls back the blanket and commands yet again in his impassive voice “Get in, I will share half of it with you.”

Jumping up in an instant, Zhi Wei says “My hair is messed up, I am going to go brush it.”

A hand suddenly shoots out, grabs her by the waist. The hand didn’t exert much force but somehow Zhi Wei felt her body immediately going limp as she is pulled into a warm bed.

Her heart pounding hard, Zhi Wei doesn’t dare to move as she gives Ning Yi a friendly smile “Your Highness, this is not proper.”

“What are you thinking?” The man replies as his ever minty cool fragrance mixed with the faint smell of medicine envelops Zhi Wei. The hand on her waist ignores her resistance and pulls her deeper into the bed inch by inch “Did you think you are so beautiful that I wouldn’t be able to control myself?”

Her hand grabbing onto the edge of the bed, Zhi Wei thought for a moment and replies “I think I am.”

Choking on a cough, the hand finally just pushes on a pressure point to incapacitate her, pushes her all the way into the bed then demands angrily “How are you suppose to get dry when you are still wearing wet clothes?! What are you grumbling about when I should be the one worrying about getting the bed wet?”

“I am grumbling?!” Finally unable to keep on her calm fascade anymore, Zhi Wei glares at the man in front of her “Is this how you repay the one who saved you? How am I suppose to get married later if you do this?”

“Marry?” All the anger on his face dissolving into something much more complex, Ning Yi asks with a dangerous smile “I guess you really were dreaming of becoming Helian’s bride.”

Returning an equally fake smile, Zhi Wei retorts “At least not yours.”

Glaring at Zhi Wei for a long moment, Ning Yi abruptly breaks into a laugh then ignores her completely as he begins to undress her.

 

All text copyright @ www.Ninja-Reflection.com