Yun Jinnian was startled, "Your Highness, this isn't appropriate!"
"What's inappropriate about it? You treated me and prescribed medicine without asking for anything in return, so my actions can be considered as returning the favor. Please, take a seat. You're already not in the best of health, and you've just recovered from an illness; you can't afford to catch a cold!"
Chu Yu made a solid argument, leaving Yun Jinnian with no choice but to sit down.
Chu Yu might have been naturally warm, for when Yun Jinnian sat beside him, she didn't feel cold at all. Chu Yu had already rolled up his sleeves, revealing his wrist on the stone table, ready for Yun Jinnian to take his pulse.
Chu Yu's wrist was very warm, while Yun Jinnian's fingertips were ice-cold.
When they touched Chu Yu's wrist, both were startled—one out of embarrassment and the other out of surprise.
Chu Yu had not expected Yun Jinnian's hands to be so cold, like a faintly frozen popsicle in the bitter winter.
