Ye Xingguang had no choice but to help the man afflicted with a severe condition up to the third floor. She arranged him in a special throne by the floor-to-ceiling windows and, following his instructions, secured his hands and feet, hoping that the specially made throne could provide some relief.
Once everything was arranged, she looked at the trembling figure of the man trying so hard to endure the pain and asked, âWould it be better for you if I stay or if I leave?â
âWhat do you think?â The man replied, his cold lips pressed into a tight line.
Ye Xingguang murmured, âIâ¦I think I better leave.â
Her presence here was indeed more harmful than helpful to him.
But returning to her room made her uneasy. Was she supposed to just leave the man suffering on the third floor to himself?
Ye Xingguang lowered her head, staring at the red bead on her pendant, her mind filled with Xiao Yunâs pleading.
Actually, what was the problem? They were officially appointed to be together, so what if they ignited the spark of love?
Ye Xingguang had never paid any attention to âThe Guide to Living During an Official Appointment,â a book that had been collecting dust on her table. She picked it up and started to flip through it, wanting to see what the countryâs rules were for people appointed to live together.
Half the book was dedicated to explaining the current situation of the countryâs aging population, with the birth rate decreasing and the number of people over 60 increasing. It argued that if an effective policy isnât enacted, their generation could be saddled with the financial burden of supporting these seniors in the future.
The decreasing population, which would lead to a decrease in labor force and, subsequently, the countryâs competitivenessâ¦
The author of the book was very persuasive. By page 35, Ye Xingguang already had feelings of national pride and patriotic spirit welling up from within, placing the responsibility of bearing children for the country on herselfâ¦n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
But by page 58, she abruptly slammed shut âThe Guide to Living During an Official Appointment.â To her astonishment, the next chapter was all about the physical health knowledge pertaining to a coupleâs private life!
This book was toxic for sure!
Unable to control her legs, Ye Xingguang ran up to the third floor, bursting through the door.
The room was dimly lit, with only the soft silver glow of moonslight from outside. It illuminated the man on the special throne, his robust form held upright by the restraints. His face, usually radiant with vigor, was now contorted with the struggle to suppress his desire.
âMaybe you should take the medicine!â Ye Xingguang blurted out impulsively.
She strode up to the man and said, âIâll give you the medicine, and thenâ¦â
âAnd then what?â The man, suddenly wide-eyed, interrupted.
Ye Xingguang lost her nerve, and was unable to speak further. But she was resolute about what she needed to do. âWait here,â she said, âIâll go and get the medicine for you.â
With that, Ye Xingguang rushed out, leaving the man sitting alone on his throne, contemplating her unfinished sentence.
What did she mean by that?
Without her explicitly stating it, he dared not assume her intentions!
When Ye Xingguang returned, she held a steaming bowl of medicine. She handled it delicately as she approached him, urging, âDrink it quickly. Youâll feel better after.â
The manâs eyes were deep like the sea, âAre you sure I wonât feel distressed after drinking it? I donât want to experience the feeling of both fire and ice again!â
Ye Xingguangâs face turned as red as blood. Was this man doing this on purpose? Even though she had already hinted it in a clear way, he still had the nerve to ask that awkward question. Was he not going to stop until she, a girl, completely lost her face? Stamping her foot, Ye Xingguang exclaimed, âAre you going to drink it or not?â
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