C2 What a Cold Woman

It was as bright as the autumn moon, and not even the ice skin and bones could depict a thousandth of its beauty. At this moment, Ye Zhiqiu only had a few popular words left in his heart.

Tight and thin. Shortening the fit. Shoulder cut, waist cut. Extending the neck, showing off the white substance. Fangze without special, lead flower fuyu.

This woman was wearing a snow-white cotton casual attire. Her height was 1.7m, and her long black hair draped over her shoulders, revealing a face that would cause others to be unable to extricate themselves from it.

Ye Zhiqiu lowered his head and stared at the woman's plump chest for a moment before speaking, "Yixue, have you been well these past few years?"

Seeing that Ye Zhiqiu was looking at her chest, Lin Yixue's pretty face turned cold. She snorted and swept her almond eyes over him. She turned around and said in a low voice, "Not good."

Her gaze was like a knife, if looks could kill, Ye Zhiqiu would have died a long time ago. This woman was too cold, clean as snow, but also as cold as ice and snow.

"Haha, you're still like this, your own saviors are so cold." Ye Zhiqiu quickly followed. In this city that he was unfamiliar with, he was like Grandma Liu entering a garden.

Lin Yixue turned around all of a sudden. Ye Zhiqiu didn't manage to pull back in time and almost bumped into her. She stared at Ye Zhiqiu coldly for a few seconds before saying coldly, "If you keep on joking with me, I won't let you in the house."

Ye Zhiqiu smiled bitterly and didn't dare to tease this icy woman anymore. He looked around, only to see that the Chinese couple on the plane was sitting in a black Audi. In front and behind the car were guards.

After a while, they arrived at the parking lot. Lin Yixue turned around and walked to a champagne coloured beetle. She opened the door and got in. Ye Zhiqiu was looking around curiously. He said lightly, "Get in."

Ye Zhiqiu, on the other hand, was looking at the surrounding luxurious cars, thinking that Yanjing was indeed an international city, and BMWs and Cadillacs could be seen all over the place, so he didn't care at all.

But hearing Lin Yixue's voice, Ye Zhiqiu still rushed into the car. This woman had become colder and colder for the past two years, as if she was going to be isolated from the world. If he pissed her off, she would drive away in anger, and he would be in big trouble.

They drove on the highway without saying a word. Ye Zhiqiu's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the endless stream of cars on both sides of the road. He turned around and glanced at Lin Yixue, only to see that she was completely focused on driving, completely ignoring him.

"She's getting more and more sick." Ye Zhiqiu frowned slightly.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the yard. Lin Yixue ignored him and just opened the car door and got out.

It was late autumn, and the flowers in the courtyard had almost all withered away. However, a few evergreen pines and cypresses still remained inconspicuous in the corners, giving the courtyard a bit of life.

"Do you know about your illness?" Ye Zhiqiu asked in a low voice while walking behind Lin Yixue.

Lin Yixue's body shuddered. Without turning her head, she asked, "What illness?"

"You're sick in your heart." Ye Zhiqiu was unrelenting and actually said those words.

"You're the one who's sick. I'll give you the key to your room," Lin Yixue snorted coldly, as if she didn't want to talk to him any longer.

Ye Zhiqiu caught it and shouted: "You haven't told me which room to live in yet. What if I go to the wrong place and touch your bed?"

"Then I'll kill you, the leftmost room." Lin Yixue said and quickly walked up the stairs, but Ye Zhiqiu saw that she seemed to be running away.

Walking into his own room, Ye Zhiqiu groaned in satisfaction. It was too comfortable here. Compared to when he was at home, there was a bedroom full of medical books. This was a paradise on earth!

The room was painted a pale yellow. On the left was a computer, a TV, and on the right was a wardrobe. A large bed was placed right in front of the door.

"Bed!" "Oh, I like beds." Ye Zhiqiu threw himself into the soft bed. He was too tired, he only slept for three hours during the four days at the Yunnan border, and the rest of them were just running away. The moment the battle ended, he was chased out of the army and onto the plane.

This sleep lasted for one day and one night. After waking up, he stretched lazily, opened the door and walked down the stairs.

The second floor had bedrooms, while the first floor had living rooms, kitchens, and toilets. However, the furnishings were very simple, which clearly suited Lin Yixue's personality.

Lin Yixue was busy in the kitchen. When she saw Ye Zhiqiu, she came out with a bowl of porridge. Without saying anything, she put it in front of Ye Zhiqiu and left.

After sleeping for the whole day, he was so hungry that he gulped down a bowl of porridge. He felt much more comfortable. He said goodbye to Lin Yixue and went to the bathroom.

His original intention was to take a bath, but upon entering, he was dumbfounded. "Yixue, you didn't prepare anything for me to wash my hair." Ye Zhiqiu stuck his head out and asked.

"Buy it yourself," Lin Yixue said flatly. She turned around, took out a set of washing tools from the cabinet and handed them over to Ye Zhiqiu.

As their fingers came into contact, Lin Yixue's fingers became so cold that it was as though it could freeze a person's heart.

Lin Yixue quickly withdrew her hand and turned around to leave. Ye Zhiqiu smiled awkwardly and walked into the bathroom.

After he finished washing, Ye Zhiqiu walked out with a towel wrapped around his waist. Only then did he remember that he didn't even have a change of clothes. Originally, when he was in the army, as long as he wore camouflage, he wouldn't be able to wear anything no matter how many clothes he had.

He ran back to his room and opened the wardrobe.

The wardrobe was empty. Obviously, this room was not filled with people before.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

A knock came from the door. Ye Zhiqiu quickly got up and opened the door. He saw Lin Yixue holding a set of sports clothes in her hands.

"I don't know the size, I bought it from the supermarket at the entrance." Lin Yixue threw the clothes in Ye Zhiqiu's hands, turned around and was about to go downstairs.

"Yixue, you still can't forget him?" Ye Zhiqiu said from behind her.

Obviously, she knew who Ye Zhiqiu was talking about. Lin Yixue's body shuddered as she turned her head around and said, "I don't forget that it has nothing to do with you."

The reason why Ye Zhiqiu knew about this was because he accidentally saved Lin Yixue two years ago.

The him that Ye Zhiqiu spoke of was Lin Yixue's boyfriend five years ago, named Feng Ze, who also came from a big family. At that time, Lin Yixue had dated him for a while, but Ye Zhiqiu wasn't too clear on the specifics, so he guessed that Lin Yixue's current appearance must have had something to do with that man. That's why he said that.

"I can treat you, you know my medical skills." Ye Zhiqiu threw his clothes on his bed, then continued to walk out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"I'm not sick. I don't need any treatment!" A trace of panic flashed across Lin Yixue's eyes as she turned to leave.

Ye Zhiqiu quickly caught up and grabbed at Lin Yixue. Unexpectedly, the towel on his waist instantly loosened and fell to the ground.

Lin Yixue, who was grabbed by Ye Zhiqiu, turned around and glared at him. Unexpectedly, Ye Zhiqiu was completely naked at this moment.

"What are you doing?" Lin Yixue said coldly as she shook Ye Zhiqiu's hand off and looked him up and down.

"I... "I'll treat you," Ye Zhiqiu said weakly. But at this moment, he sounded awkward. Why was he treating a girl with his naked body?

"You're the one who's sick!" Lin Yixue was like an ice cube that would never melt. She threw down those words and turned around to leave.

Ye Zhiqiu immediately picked up the towel from the ground and wrapped it around his waist with a wronged expression. This was supposed to be a treatment for you, so why did you slander others?

Remembering the scene of himself in the army one by one, he could not help but feel somewhat sad in his heart. Although it was only a few months, but he had still left a very deep impression on himself when he had first arrived in the Eagle Squadron. One face after another, it was as if they had reappeared yesterday.

The next morning, at six o'clock in the morning, the sun had just risen from the east.

Ye Zhiqiu suddenly got up from the bed, put on his clothes, and slowly walked down the stairs. He stood in the yard and started to practice the Archaic Qi Art that was taught to him by an old Daoist.

However, the next moment, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly took three steps to the left and formed a circle with his left hand. At the same time, he took a deep breath and hit the Baihui acupoint on his head with his backhand.

After just a few rounds, Ye Zhiqiu's speed had increased. Originally, his morning training was mostly slow, but it was done with flexible techniques such as Taiji or Five Birds of a Art.

The back and forth between them were like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, a fierce tiger pouncing on its prey.

The heavy spot was like an angry King Kong, while the agile spot was like a leopard hunting. Between the palms and fists, the sound of wind constantly blew, creating a spectacular scene.

Half an hour later, Ye Zhiqiu suddenly stood still. He took a deep breath and exhaled it out. His whole body felt comfortable, as if there was a ball of fire in his body, dispersing the morning chill.

When he turned around, Ye Zhiqiu saw that Lin Yixue had already woken up. She was standing at the door, watching him continuously striking out with his palm.

"When did you wake up?" Ye Zhiqiu walked past her and smelled a fragrance like a lily. Maybe it was the scent of her body? Ye Zhiqiu thought in his heart.

"After you wake up …" Lin Yixue's eyes showed curiosity. She seemed to want to ask something, but she didn't say anything. She turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but look forward to it when he remembered that he still had to go to the hospital today. Saving the dying and helping the injured was the duty of a doctor, and since he was in the hospital, it was inevitable that he would become a famous doctor of his generation.