Help! The Frosty Noble's Son Is in Love With Me!-Chapter 309: Lanlan, I Feel Terrible...

"Sweetheart, you go to sleep first, I need to soak a bit longer."

After saying this, he left without waiting for a response.

At this time, Qu Fulan hadn’t realized anything, and indeed continued to sleep, though she couldn’t really fall asleep, perhaps subconsciously wanting to wait for him.

She didn’t wait long before he returned, his body cool, prompting Qu Fulan to move away slightly, finding him too chilly.

Pei Ji’an somewhat appreciated this involuntarily, wanting to be close to her but also wary of approaching this "ancestor", feeling a random fire ignited within him, ultimately forced to extinguish it himself, which was frustrating.

With him back, Qu Fulan quickly fell asleep again, although women like warm places, even when asleep, they unconsciously snuggle towards heat sources.

It’s not easy for someone to completely trust another person, but once trust is established, it is wholehearted and untainted by any impurity.

That’s how Qu Fulan was, subconsciously viewing Pei Ji’an as her own, trustworthy and reliable, who else to rely on but him?

The woman’s soft body snuggled and wriggled until she found a comfortable spot, feeling content and satisfied.

Pei Ji’an felt uncomfortable again, forced to withdraw gently, but as he moved back a step, she inched closer—a miraculous interaction, especially since she was asleep, with her subconscious so determined. This feeling both delighted and tormented him.

This way, sleep was impossible.

And it grew increasingly uncomfortable.

His body began to heat up, and even Qu Fulan felt as though he was like a furnace, subconsciously rolling away due to the heat.

Pei Ji’an breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn’t last long before she rolled back, likely finding the other side cold, returning to seek warmth, and nestled into his embrace.

Pei Ji’an had to get up and take a shower again to extinguish the fire.

But just as he got up, she awoke.

Indeed, women can be quite mystical; if Pei Ji’an turned from side to side on the bed, she might not wake up, knowing he was there, but once there’s a movement to leave, she couldn’t help but wake up.

It’s quite like those babies, as long as the mother’s beside them, they can sleep forever; once the mother leaves, they wake up shortly after.

Qu Fulan’s sleep being disrupted, wasn’t in a good mood, harboring an unexplainable fire, "Why do you keep getting up and going back?"

Pei Ji’an, "...I want to take a shower."

Qu Fulan, "Didn’t you already shower?"

How many times do you need to shower in one night? Nowadays, are men even more particular than women?

Understanding she’s upset for being awakened, Pei Ji’an rubbed his temples and said a bit helplessly, "Lanlan, I’m uncomfortable."

Qu Fulan instinctively wanted to ask what’s wrong, and he held her, letting her feel, making Qu Fulan stiffen entirely.

He, he, he, he...

As the saying goes, haven’t eaten pork but seen pigs run? Especially last night, when they almost lost control, ultimately he stopped in time, and she, exhausted, fell asleep.

Currently, what he let her feel was even more intense than last night, as a woman, for the first time she sensed a man’s "fire".

Her entire face turned red, unable to utter a single word.

Likewise, she dared not move, having heard that the more a woman moves, the more...

"Now, do you understand why I want to shower?" he whispered in her ear.

Qu Fulan murmured a mosquito-like "Mm".

Not teasing her anymore, lest he invites trouble, Pei Ji’an was about to get up again, but she grabbed his hand.

He followed her hand over, looking at her, into her eyes, "Lanlan?"

Qu Fulan dared not look at him, saying, "Showering with cold water all the time will, will get you cold."

Although it’s summer, the nights in the mountains bring cool breezes, what if he catches a cold by tomorrow?

"It’s fine, I’m strong and healthy," he said.

Yet, she still didn’t let go of his hand, "Is there no other solution?"

Realizing what she said, Qu Fulan quickly added, "I didn’t mean that... I’m asking if it’s just because of being with me like this, if we sleep separately, would it be okay?"

"Initially, it might help, but at this point, aside from showers, there’s no other method, unless—you help me."

Qu Fulan’s mind drifted, but seeing him so uncomfortable, taking cold showers repeatedly, if that was the only way, she was willing.

Expressing her thoughts aloud.

Pei Ji’an paused in surprise at her words, had they been back home, he might not have held back, a slight lament for bringing her out.

"Would you truly help me?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

Qu Fulan nodded with closed eyes.

Unknowingly, revealing that slightly uneasy and nervous expression.

Pei Ji’an sighed a bit, taking her hand.

"Silly girl, I meant helping this way..."

No knowing how much time passed, Qu Fulan’s face turned red enough to drip blood.

Pei Ji’an fetched a basin of water beside the bed, using a towel to clean her hand with attentive detail, wiping once over generally, then slowly each finger one by one, with gentle motions throughout.

The man, with a clear mind, became extraordinarily patient with whatever he did.

Qu Fulan felt she could never look at her hand the same way again.

"Did you wronged," he whispered, kissing her hand after wiping it.

Qu Fulan’s eyes flickered, and the awkwardness and discomfort in her heart warmed up suddenly.

The reason for his discomfort was to accommodate her.

Otherwise, he could have ignored her feelings and wishes, focusing solely on himself.

This man is more considerate than she ever imagined.

Due to the night’s turmoil, both of them got up quite late the next day.

The best time for tea picking is from 7 a.m. to 1 p.m., or even up till 3 p.m. if the tea garden has trees to shield from sunlight.

Qu Fulan dressed in a green gown, carrying a basket, the standard attire for a tea-picking woman, set off with Pei Ji’an.

Originally, he wanted to carry the basket for her, but Qu Fulan refused; today, she intended to be a tea-picking girl, how could she not carry a basket herself?

Besides, the basket isn’t heavy; even filled with tea leaves, it wouldn’t weigh much.

The mountain full of tea leaves, as long as you pay the respective owner, you can go and pick tea.

Qu Fulan chose a spot with fewer people, avoiding distractions.

Pei Ji’an sat on a stone not far away, holding a sketchbook, every now and then looking up at her, then lowering his head to sketch.

Occasionally, when Qu Fulan returned, she would always see him there, their eyes meeting, he’d flash a brilliant smile at her.

Is it true that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder? She had seen him smile before, but now seeing his smile, her heart couldn’t help but flutter.

As well as that face, the handsome brows and affectionate eyes, the straight and proper nose, always been so outstanding, it never seemed special before, but now each glance drawn her deeper.

It distracted her from tea picking, truly "beauty tends to cause trouble".

She had to compose herself and concentrate on tea picking.

She specially showered and cleansed her hands before heading out today, aiming to pick the finest tea leaves.

Yet, it didn’t take long before she couldn’t resist glancing back at him.

She knew he was drawing her and didn’t mind, but if he drew poorly, akin to a clueless man’s photo, she considered how to deal with him.

A voice broke the tranquility.