[Salvation from Thirsty Skin Disease + Double Strong Academic Master + Healing Sweet Pet]
[Qing Leng ancient book restorer x abstinent plant psychologist]
At the school celebration reception on a rainy night, Ruan Jingshu accidentally drank red wine and induced skin thirst. She was cornered by the playboy Jin Ziyi and ridiculed: "Why are you pretending to be so noble?"
But Xu Zhiyi came through the rain, her white coat stained with the scent of mint, and the warmth of her palms penetrated her coldness: "Classmate Ruan, my body temperature is 36.8°C, which is best for relieving your symptoms."
The treatment protocol he handed over had the fragrance of grass and trees:
Every Wednesday in the corner of the ancient book library, she would unbutton her shirt and let her take her temperature, while also recording the growth status of the mint potted plants;
In the laboratory every weekend, she was guided to touch seven types of paper for ancient books, and she adapted step by step from burlap to rice paper;
Until one night the heavy rain washed away his notebook——
The yellowed pages are filled with secret observations: "On March 15, her scratching frequency dropped by 15% because the newly added gardenias on the windowsill soothed her nerves."
Locked in the broken glass specimen jar is the sachet she lost three years ago, and each piece of dried flower is marked with the number of her heartbeat when it was picked.
"Xu Zhiyi, are you approaching me just to publish a paper?"
"No, I want to prove that warmth can heal the most stubborn wounds."
When rumors swept the campus, Xu Zhiyi projected a tree ring map of the century-old ginkgo on the auditorium screen: "317 contact experiments proved that when I hugged her, my pulse was synchronized with the flow rate of the sap."
# ThirstySkin Disease is a crack, and he is the only gold repairman#
#The rationality of mint flavor will eventually lose to the throbbing of gardenia#
#The sheepskin lamp in the ancient book library witnesses all the uncontrolled heartbeats#
#He used rational formulas to feed his instincts, but became a prisoner of body temperature#
