Yu Yanshen was blindly fastening buttons when he noticed Yao Qing's gaze fixed on him.
He silently raised his eyebrows and suddenly stopped what he was doing.
Leaning in close to Yao Qing, he whispered, "I scalded my hand while showering just now; it hurts. Can you help me fasten the buttons?"
Perhaps because he really had just taken a bath, the heat emanating from his body oppressively enveloped her.
Yao Qing instinctively moved back, nearly tumbling off the bed, if not for Yu Yanshen's quick intervention with his hand.
Through two layers of fabric, she wondered why his palm also felt scorchingly hot.
"...Do you want to apply some ointment?" she asked softly.
"No need, just fasten the clothes for me, I'm cold."
Yu Yanshen's expression was calm, his face devoid of any smile, his usual demeanor.
But those deep, dark eyes were intently fixated on Yao Qing.
