Mr. Melancholy Wants To Live A Peaceful Life

CHAPTER 75

You Zhengping gripped one of the arms and felt that the skin was ice cold, like a corpse with no body heat. How long had the air-conditioning been on? You Zhengping had just come in from outside. His body temperature was high, and he had always been of an ardent disposition, the sort that could give off heat at any time.

He gripped Yu Hua's right and left arms with both hands, transmitting warmth. At the same time, he asked, "Aren't you cold? What temperature is the air-conditioning on?"

"Sixteen degrees," Yu Hua answered. "It's all right. I'm not very cold."

So he was a little cold. You Zhengping grasped Yu Hua's hands and brought them together. He slipped out of Yu Hua's embrace, turned, and held Yu Hua's icy cold hands in his, gently blowing warm air on them and rubbing them with his palms.

"Even the average person wouldn't necessarily get cold at this temperature, never mind me," Yu Hua said tentatively.

You Zhengping's movements stopped. He couldn't see Yu Hua's expression in the dark. He could only hear the sound of his even breathing. He was a Protector. If he had wanted to see, he could have released a part of his power externally and used the perceptivity of his power to substitute for sight. He could have clearly "seen" Yu Hua's expression. But You Zhengping didn't do that.

You Zhengping remembered Yu Hua's diary. On the surface, his husband was a calm person who seemed not to mind anything, gentle and generous, extremely tolerant. But the Yu Hua in the diary was extremely subtle, excessively deliberative, susceptible to jealousy and anger, a person with a powerful desire for control. When they had just gotten married, You Zhengping had liked to stay up late. There had been dark circles around his eyes every day from playing games. In the morning, his pillow would be covered with dropped hair. This had seriously impacted Yu Hua's sleep.

Yu Hua had tried to persuade You Zhengping from the standpoint of staying up late being bad for your health and expressed a wish that You Zhengping would go to bed a little earlier. You Zhengping, meanwhile, had thought that he was troubling Yu Hua's sleep, so he had chosen to go to the guest room to keep staying up late playing games.

You Zhengping's idea had been very simple. His thoughts hadn't changed from dating to marriage yet. He had thought that since playing games would disturb his husband's sleep, he would play in a different room, and that way Yu Hua could sleep well.

What You Zhengping hadn't known at the time was that in a different bed from himself, Yu Hua still couldn't sleep. Every day, Yu Hua had only been able to truly go to sleep when You Zhengping had returned to the master bedroom and gotten ready to sleep.

Ordinary newly married couples might have had a big argument over schedule problems until one side compromised with the other. But Yu Hua was different. He quietly stayed awake for a few nights, each day going to sleep around three or four in the morning and getting up at 5:59 to cook.

At the very beginning, the breakfasts Yu Hua made weren't very tasty. But after getting married, his cooking skills improved dramatically. After less than a month, it had reached the point of being so delicious it would make you bite your tongue, perfectly tailored to You Zhengping's tastes.

Every day, Yu Hua put breakfast on the table and went to work. By the time You Zhengping got up to eat, it would already be cold. Yu Hua would eat this cold and no longer tasty food for lunch, and if he didn't finish it, he would eat it for dinner. If he still didn't finish it at dinner, he would take it to work the next day. But what he made for You Zhengping was always fresh out of the pot.

After a few days, Yu Hua had quietly let You Zhengping notice that he was eating leftover cold food, staying up, only sleeping a few hours a night. He started taking stomach medicine and flashed it around obviously in front of You Zhengping, walking around in front of You Zhengping holding his stomach.