30: The correct way to use a human-shaped heater

Wang Fugui's heart suddenly clenched, and the anger from being woken up by the cold vanished instantly.

"My mother! How did you get frostbite!"

His fan-like hands held Lin Xiaocao's red and swollen small hands. He felt a burning sensation but was heartbroken. The purple-red lumps even had tiny cracks oozing blood. These weren't hands; they were like two frostbitten carrots.

He remembered the village elders saying frostbite shouldn't be soaked in hot water but rubbed with snow, but where was the snow in the city? Besides, this Silly was as cold as a ghost; stimulating her with cold might just finish her off.

My three thousand eight hundred yuan! Alarm bells rang in Wang Fugui's head. If something happened, not only would his money be gone, but he'd also be facing a manslaughter case!

He paced around the room in a panic, and finally, he steeled himself and came up with an idea involving himself.

My body temperature is high; I'm a living heater!

Wang Fugui pressed Lin Xiaocao back onto the bed, wrapped her tightly in the quilt, and then, without a word, grabbed her icy small hands and stuffed them directly into his hot armpits.

"Ah!"

Lin Xiaocao cried out, her whole body stiffening. A strong scent, a mix of sweat and masculine musk, instantly enveloped her. That patch of skin was terrifyingly hot, and she tried desperately to pull her hands back.

"Don't move!" Wang Fugui clamped down with his arms and ordered in a muffled voice, "I'm warming them for you. Once they're warm, they won't hurt anymore."

"You... you hooligan!" Lin Xiaocao's face turned beet red, filled with shame and anger, but that domineering strength made it impossible for her to break free.

What was more, the continuous heat was seeping through her cold fingers into the very marrow of her bones. That numbing, itchy, stinging sensation was actually slowly easing, replaced by a comfort that made one drowsy.

Her strength to struggle grew weaker and weaker until she finally gave up, letting her hands be clamped by this brute.

Wang Fugui felt the person in his arms settle down and nodded in satisfaction. This method worked!

He calculated in his mind that this Silly was too delicate and needed strong medicine.

From that night on, Wang Fugui set a new rule for himself. Every night before bed, he would fulfill his duty as a "Human Heater."

Sometimes, he would stuff Lin Xiaocao's small hands under his armpits.

Sometimes, he would simply lift his clothes and let her small hands press against his firm, hot belly.

From her initial fierce resistance to later half-hearted compliance, Lin Xiaocao eventually surrendered completely.

It was just... too warm.

For the first time, her perennially cold hands and feet tasted the sensation of blood flowing smoothly. That warmth from the inside out was more addictive to her than any delicacy.

Gradually, things began to spiral out of control.

In the middle of the night, Lin Xiaocao no longer rolled to the edge of the floor mat but squeezed into Wang Fugui's quilt with a goal and a plan. Like an octopus, she wrapped herself around him with both hands and feet, burying her face deep into his solid chest muscles, greedily soaking up that constant temperature of thirty-eight degrees.

Wang Fugui slept soundly, feeling in his dreams like there was a slippery hot water bottle in his arms that would find its own comfortable position. He instinctively tightened his arms, holding this "Little Brother" even closer, mumbling to himself.

"Don't run around. If you get frostbite, I'll have to spend money again..."

In the small storage room, the quilt became the only constant temperature zone. Special hormones fermented quietly under the covers, mixing with the unique musky scent on Wang Fugui to form a strange, reassuring sedative.

Lin Xiaocao slept more peacefully than ever before every night, even reluctant to get out of bed in the morning. She began to depend on this feeling, on this walking heater.

This morning, the factory was on break.

Seeing Lin Xiaocao lingering in bed, Wang Fugui decided to use his ultimate move.

"Still sleeping? You'll turn into a pig if you sleep any more! Get up for me!"

As he spoke, his large hand reached into the quilt and tickled Lin Xiaocao's waist.

"Ahaha... stop... don't... it tickles!"

Lin Xiaocao laughed until she was out of breath under the quilt, twisting like a fish out of water. The two rolled together on the narrow floor mat, the quilt kicked to the floor. Lin Xiaocao was wearing only thin Long Underwear, her slender waist twisting continuously under Wang Fugui's hand.

Knock, knock, knock.

The sound of knocking rang out, but the two inside were having too much fun and didn't hear it.

The door was gently pushed open a crack.

Chen Yun stood at the door carrying a small medicine bag. She had heard that Wang Fugui's Little Brother had frostbite and had specifically gone to the town pharmacy to buy the best Frostbite Ointment.

But what she saw was a scene that almost made her blood freeze.

Wang Fugui's tall frame almost completely overshadowed the "youth." The two were laughing and playing on the bed, their posture so intimate there wasn't a gap between them. The thin "youth" laughed until his face was flushed, tears even in the corners of his eyes—a look of total, unguarded trust and happiness.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a golden halo over them, the scene harmoniously eye-stinging.

Chen Yun froze at the door, the medicine bag in her hand feeling as heavy as a thousand pounds. She felt like a clumsy thief, spying on a secret she shouldn't have seen.

She was the one who was superfluous.

Her head buzzed as the gossip from the female workers in the office yesterday surfaced once more.

"He likes men..."

It turned out to be true.

Wang Fugui finally noticed someone at the door. He stopped and turned around, completely stunned.

"Su... Supervisor Chen?"

Lin Xiaocao also saw the bloodless woman at the door. She stopped her laughing and playing, a flash of smugness in her watery eyes.

She deliberately let out a soft moan, and then, right in front of Chen Yun, she reached out her arms and tightly hugged Wang Fugui's arm, pressing her face against his shoulder. In a gesture of claiming ownership, she looked provocatively at the woman outside the door.

Wang Fugui was stiffened by her sudden movement. He wanted to push her away but was afraid of hurting her, leaving him in a dilemma.

Chen Yun watched this scene, said nothing, and just silently placed the medicine bag on the broken table by the door. She turned and walked away with somewhat stumbling steps.

This warm yet slightly explosive period didn't last long before Wang Fugui noticed something was wrong with Lin Xiaocao.

She no longer clung to him or played with him, becoming irritable and short-tempered. Sometimes, if Wang Fugui asked one more question, she would snap.

What was even stranger was that her face grew paler by the day, she had no appetite, and she was always clutching her stomach, fine beads of cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.