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The next day, the typhoon did not stop. It continued to sweep across the entire Water Curtain Mountain, but Qiu Yue's body temperature had dropped. Although she had not fully recovered her body temperature, it was already much better than yesterday.

When she woke up and saw Gu Zi, who was hugging her and also naked, she screamed out in fear.

Gu Ziquan, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by her screams. He saw Qiu Yue staring at him with a flushed face, as if she was the modern version of Dongguo and Lang, and he suddenly sat up and jumped off the bed. He spoke incoherently: "Um … Yesterday you had a fever … I didn't take advantage of you... I just... "Achoo …"

His explanation ended with several successive sneezes.

When he stood on the ground, Qiu Yue saw that he was only half naked. She was naked, but she was dressed well. Recalling her condition yesterday, he knew what he wanted to say.

She curled up in bed and timidly asked, "Did you help me reduce my fever?" Mom and Dad took their sister down the mountain to visit relatives. She had a small cold, so she didn't go with them. Who knew that the typhoon this time was so fierce that her family wouldn't be able to come back. Her cold worsened and she couldn't go out to see a doctor. Yesterday she had thought she would die in this storm.

Gu Ziquan nodded, a little embarrassed. "The method is a little rough, but fortunately it's effective." "I hope you don't mind."

Qiu Yue shook her head bashfully, "I understand that you did it out of good intentions, thank you."

"No need." He waved his hand, "Help each other … Achoo … Mutual assistance … Hmm … "Achoo …"

"Quickly put on your clothes." Qiu Yue reminded him, seeing that he was still bare-chested.

Upon hearing her words, Gu Zi felt goosebumps all over his body. He quickly picked up the clothes that she had left on the wooden chair yesterday and put them on. As he put them on, he shivered and sneezed.

Qiu Yue saw that he was gritting her teeth as if she was already fighting and asked worriedly, "Are you infected by me?"

Gu Zi asked with a smile and said he was fine, even if there was something, he would still be able to bear it. He also told Qiu Yue, "The best way to treat a cold is to spread the virus to others. You haven't recovered yet. I'll definitely be fine. "

Qiu Yue smiled bashfully and sat up as well. She pulled out a bed from the three blankets and placed it on the other side of the bed. "Do you want to warm it up?"

Gu Zi asked, hesitating. He wasn't the kind of person to ignore both men and women. Yesterday, the situation had been urgent, so he couldn't care less. Today … It didn't seem good.

But he was also cold, and not in the same bed, he thought. It was like sitting at the same table in class, except that it was sitting, it was lying down.

After thinking it over, Gu Zi couldn't bear the increasingly cold feeling and asked, "Then I'll do as you said, thank you!" He jumped into bed and wrapped the covers around himself, but he didn't lie down and talked to her on the bedstead.

"You …"

"You …"

The two of them spoke at the same time and stopped talking at the same time. Gu Zi asked, upholding the principle that women should be the first to speak, "Tell me first."

"Such a heavy storm, why did you appear near my home?"

"My classmate and I came here to climb the mountain. I didn't expect that we would run into a typhoon."

Student? When Qiu Yue heard these two words, her eyes shone with envy. After finishing junior high school, she had dropped out of school. She was about the same age as her, so he should be a university student. He was so envious that they could go to school and roam around.

"Don't you see the weather forecast before you go out?" she asked, suppressing her yearning.

"…" Gu Zi asked and thought about this question. That's right, they had to do guides before they went out travel, and they had to study the weather as well. Why was it that no one suggested typhoon days were not suitable for mountaineering?

It was only then that he began to realize that things were not as simple as they seemed, and it was only later that he realized that he had been up to no good, that he had sent the Taiwanese government to rescue him.

"The other students are responsible for the weather. I'm responsible for the equipment." he answered her.

Qiu Yue nodded, so that was the case.

Gu Zi remembered that he still didn't know who his benefactor was, so he asked, "What's your name?"

"Qiu Yue, what about you?"

Gu Zi asked. I have two older sisters, one called Gu Ziyan and the other called Gu Ziyu. My mother said that if she has another child, it'll be called Gu Ziri. "

Qiu Yue pursed her lips and laughed. "Your parents have quite an interesting name."

"Not really." He'd always thought that Gu Zi's question wasn't worthy of his identity. Only a young master of the underworld like him should be called Gu Biao, Gu Xiao, or Gu Zun, in order to be domineering.

However, ever since Gu Zhenxiong had married Teacher Tang, his position within the family had been changed to what he had said. The names of the siblings were all given to him by Teacher Tang, so he was a bit more literate. They had also secretly discussed that if it wasn't for Teacher Tang's insistence, they might not even have been able to have the surname 'Gu'.

Gu Zi's stomach rumbled a few times as he asked, thinking that he needed more energy to get angry. It was probably because he was too angry.

"Are you hungry?" Qiu Yue asked.

Gu Zi asked in embarrassment. He had been hungry since the day before, and his stomach had not been able to endure the rain and wind before he finally protested. He could not be blamed for not having lived up to expectations.

Qiu Yue lifted the quilt and sat up, "I'll go cook the noodles for you."

"No need." Gu Zi asked and waved his hand. "You're still sick. Do you have any food in your family? Just find me some to fill my stomach with."

Qiu Yue blushed slightly. "Our family doesn't have food."

"…" Gu Zi asked in embarrassment, "Then forget it. I'm not very hungry either."

Qiu Yue insisted, "Even if you don't eat it, I still have to eat it." She got off the bed, put on some clothes and headed to the kitchen with her umbrella.

Gouzi followed her from the bed and ran after her. Learn how to light a fire, or he won't know how to survive after he leaves the city.

Qiu Yue skillfully washed the wok and lit the fire. After a while, the woodstove was set ablaze with red flames and smoke curled around the kitchen, making Gu Ziwen cough repeatedly.

Qiu Yue saw that he was choking and blushing, "You go out first, I'll carry it over when I'm done."

"I'm fine." Gu Zi asked if he wanted to stay. "You'll need an umbrella later and a mask later. You don't have enough hands, so I can help."

"Alright then." Qiu Yue let him be.

Soon, the noodles were done cooking. Qiu Yue served a bowl of noodles to Gu Zi. With one hand holding the bowl and the other holding the umbrella, she headed inside. People like them eat and sleep in the same room.

Gu Zi looked at the division of labour between the two of them, then took the umbrella from Qiu Yue in a domineering and warm manner.

Qiu Yue's heart skipped a beat.

Gu Zi asked, "Did you notice anything strange about her?" With a handsome face, he said, "Let's go."

The umbrella was not too big. In this kind of stormy weather, it would be difficult even if one person was not drenched, let alone two people. The majority of Gu Zi asked who the umbrella was and where Qiu Yue was. She was a girl and her master, and she was still sick. Every point was the reason why he had to give priority to her.

Upon entering the room, Qiu Yue discovered that half of Gu Zi's body was drenched. She put the noodles on the table and handed him a dry towel. "Wipe your hair," she said.

Gu Zi asked, wiping his hair and wolfing down his food.

It was just a bowl of Clear Broth Noodle Soup. There were no eggs, no sausages, no meat, and not even a single vegetable. Yet, Gu Zi felt that it surpassed all the other delicacies in the world.

Qiu Yue looked at his eating posture and felt a sense of satisfaction. Although the poor family's children had taken charge early, and washing clothes and cooking and chickens and growing vegetables were everyday for her, it was still a rare opportunity for a woman to have a meal. With just one look, she could tell that a boy from such a rich family was able to eat such a bowl of pasta, making her heart warm.

"Is it enough?" She was afraid he wouldn't be full.

Gu Ziquan nodded repeatedly. "Enough is enough." Even if it wasn't enough, he couldn't say that she was still sick, so he couldn't let her cook another bowl.

After they finished eating, Gu Ziquan volunteered, "You go back to bed and rest. I'll go wash the dishes."

"Can you wash the dishes?" Qiu Yue suspected that just a little smoke could cause him to choke like that. One could imagine how often he entered the kitchen.

"Of course." Gu Zi asked in a very positive tone, "You can't bring a bowl of food back for a servant to wash after eating at school."

Qiu Yue silently thought to herself. So the school could not only teach students how to clean dishes, but also teach them how to do so. This word sounded like a world away from her.

"Alright then, I'll be troubling you." She didn't insist.

Gu Zi waved his hand and said, "How could it be troublesome? I can't just eat and drink for free, I still have to do some work."

He rushed into the kitchen with two bowls and an umbrella. In less than a minute, there was a crisp "porcelain —" sound from the kitchen. Gu Ziwen had broken the bowl, and fragments of the ceramic flew to the kitchen door.

Qiu Yue quickly walked out of the room. He looked at her apologetically and laughed dryly, "Erm … "It's not that I don't know how to, I just slipped."

Qiu Yue didn't say anything. She bent down and carefully picked up the fragment by the door. She was born with hemophilia. If her finger was cut, it would be a big problem.

Gu Zi asked if he knew that she had this kind of fatal illness, but he was still very nervous. "Let go, I'll pick it up."

Qiu Yue didn't fight with him for it. She was very clear about her situation and her family's situation. If something happened to her, there wouldn't be enough money to send her to the doctor. However, although Gu Zi Wen had a shared heart, she didn't have any dexterous hands. When she picked up the last piece, the ring finger of her left hand had its skin pierced by a sharp edge. Dark red blood rolled on the tip of his finger like a piece of red cinnabar.

"You're hurt." Qiu Yue's expression was anxious, as if the bleeding was an infectious disease. "Hurry up and go into the house. I'll help you bandage it."

Gu Zi asked if there was any need for this. It was just a small wound the size of a needle. It wasn't even as big as the wound on his finger that was cut by a piece of A4 paper.

However, Qiu Yue forcefully dragged him into the house.

Gu Zi was a bit dumbfounded. Why did this person suddenly become so intrepid?

Qiu Yue took out an iron box from under the bed and opened it. Inside was a disinfectant, gauze, and all kinds of hemostatic drugs. Gu Zi was dazzled.

"Why do you have so many hemostasis drugs in your family?" he asked, puzzled.

Qiu Yue did not say anything, but took his hand and carefully applied the medicine. After observing for a while, she cut some gauze and wrapped it around his hand, even forming a bow.

He looked at his fingers and thought, It's not as beautiful as Bundy, but it's still very special.

"Thank you." he said heartily.

Qiu Yue shook her head. No need to thank me, she closed the box, squatted down, and returned the box to its original position. When she stood up, she suddenly felt her vision darken, and subconsciously, she put her hand to her temple. She had been squatting down too long, or too hard, and the doctor had said it was a symptom of anemia.

Gu Zi thought she was going to faint again, so he quickly rushed forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. When the light returned, the first thing he saw was his worried face, his enticing eyes. Her heart missed a few beats and then slowly returned to normal frequency, but it was getting faster and faster, as if it wanted to burst out of her chest.

Gu Zi asked if he had noticed her abnormality and helped her lie down on the bed. Just like before, he sat down beside her, wrapped in a blanket. The two of them chatted from dawn to noon, from noon to dusk …

During the night, the torrential storm that lasted for two days and one night was still raging. Qiu Yue's fever began to rise again and again. Gu Ziwen still hadn't learned how to light a fire, so he reappeared yesterday. The only difference was that this time, Qiu Yue was awake.

When Gu Zi's hand was on her back, she only felt that it was getting hotter and hotter, and her mouth was dry. She raised her head to check if there was hot water in the room, but her burning red lips inadvertently touched his soft and slightly cold lips.

Gu Qishao was stunned as if he had been struck by lightning. The movements of his hands also came to a halt. Only his two black eyeballs moved mechanically until they landed on Qiu Yue's dark red face.

The atmosphere instantly changed, becoming ambiguous, dangerous, and ready to explode at any moment.

Gu Zi Wen used one hand to prop himself up from the bed and took a big step back. He used a lot of strength to wrap the blanket around himself, so Qiu Yue's upper body was left outside. He no longer dared to act rashly. He wanted to get out of the bed, but he felt that every movement he made was a catalyst for the atmosphere. He even more so didn't dare to approach her.

Qiu Yue, on the other hand, gradually sank into her noble demeanor. Didn't he tell her that the best way to treat a cold was to pass the virus on to others? Then, she would pass the virus on to him.

Gu Zi Wen was like a zombie that had just awoken. He stiffly removed the blanket from his body and covered her with it.

Qiu Yue lay on the side of his chest, just like before the accident, but it was not just that. Her face was pressed against his chest, bringing with it a fiery heat …

The reason in his heart strongly told him that he should keep his distance from her, that he should push her away, push her away, push her away. But when his hand reached her waist, he did not know why the string broke.