Transmigrated as the Treacherous Official's Childhood Sweetheart-Chapter 150: Her Hand Is So Warm

Right now, no matter what you say, the young girl just won’t open the door or get out of bed.

Ye Zhi curled up in the warm bed, her bright little face rubbed against the blanket with satisfaction, "Ah, so soft," she murmured towards the door’s direction: "Ming Yan, tell my mother I’m not going out, I won’t go. It’s too cold, anyway, I’m just not going, I need a good rest."

Her small body wrapped even tighter in the blanket, as if someone might take it away from her.

Also worried that Ming Yan hadn’t given up on Master Zhi Chen.

She ordered coquettishly: "Oh right, today I have Ah Tao to serve me, that’s enough. Ming Yan, you go with my mother to Longhua Temple, help me pray for good fortune, and by the way, get me a talisman."

Let Master Zhi Chen refuse her a few more times; maybe it will break her obsession.

The woman outside paused for a moment.

Going to Longhua Temple again today? A faint, imperceptible bitter smile flashed at the corner of her lips. Ever since she expressed her feelings and was rejected last time, she hasn’t spoken with Master Zhi Chen.

To avoid adding another joke.

Ming Yan shook her head: "Miss, Madam asked me to summon you. If you don’t go, she will come herself."

Ye Zhi rejected without a thought: "It won’t work even if my mother comes. Just send my breakfast over in an hour, you are a maid of Qingyi Garden, you don’t need to listen to my mother. Okay, stop bothering me, I want to stay covered in the blanket and sleep, hear nothing."

"Bang, bang, bang."

The sound of knocking resonated again.

The girl in the blanket looked at the pink canopy above her bed, lazily saying: "Ming Yan, stop knocking, aren’t your hands hurting in this freezing weather? If you break the door, the cost will be deducted from your wages. You just go with my mother to Longhua Temple, you can see how Master Zhi Chen is. Spare your sister, Miss, from further disturbance, or I’ll dock your month’s pay."

Who would have thought, this time the voice wasn’t Ming Yan’s.

"It’s me."

Two simple words from Little Traitor.

Outside it was so cold, but inside the room was warm with the stove. She put on embroidered shoes and went to open the door to let him in.

And brought Ming Yan in as well.

Once inside, the young girl immediately shut the door to keep out the chill, took off her shoes, and hid in the blanket, exposing only her head, wondering: "Xiao Chen, why are you here?"

Little Traitor stepped to her bedside and said clearly: "Aunt Ye asked me to summon you, I’m going to Longhua Temple too."

This time, the young girl didn’t immediately refuse.

Ming Yan nearby felt heartache, she had been calling at the door for so long, and the young girl refused straight away.

Now, with someone else, the attitude completely changed.

A moment later, Ye Zhi still rejected Little Traitor: "I don’t want to go, I want to sleep, it’s cold and I don’t feel like going out."

Finished speaking, she buried her head under the blanket like a turtle hiding.

Shen Chen looked at her small head, not rushed, slowly said: "I heard Qinglian and the State Preceptor will be there."

Ye Zhi, inside the blanket, suddenly popped out, excitedly grabbed the boy’s hand, "What are the Little Fairy and the State Preceptor going there for?"

Those clear, watery eyes stared at her, unblinking: "The Lantern Festival, to pay respects."

Ah Zhi grabbed his hand, Shen Chen felt excited, his cheeks slightly red but feigned calmness, as if nothing had happened.

Shen Chen’s hand, just in from outside, was ice-cold, but the young girl didn’t mind, just held it like that.

The soft fingers touched the exposed skin of the hand, her hand was warm, white and tender, long and delicate, with little crescent-moon nail marks, pink and very cute.

Being held like this, even in the ice and snow, one wouldn’t feel a hint of chill.