The Wife-Catching Plan

Ye Zexi pulled back the curtain over Nangong's head, revealing his little face. Nangong was looking up at him, and Ye Zexi looked down at the little fellow. His face was deathly pale from fright, and his eyes were misty. Seeing Nangong like this instantly made Ye Zexi feel warm all over, his whole body tingling. “Are you all right?” Ye Zexi asked, his voice hoarse. He was doing his best to keep himself under control, afraid he might lose his composure in front of Nangong again. “My... legs are weak...” Nangong was rarely shy. His cheeks were faintly flushed, but his eyes were clear and calm, as if he hadn't been the one who was frightened just moments ago. “I'll carry you back to your room.” Ye Zexi saw himself reflected in Nangong's eyes, and felt both sweet and reassured. “Thank you.” “Elder Ye will be here in a moment.” “I know.” “Ask Muxiang to help you.” “Okay.” Ye Zexi carried Nangong into the room, set him down, and immediately left, not daring to look at him again. It was a rare relief to get away so quickly.