The Journey Of Yin And Yang 26 Delirium Ii

When Yang compared Yin's body temperature with his, it was still way to hot. This worried him. He was deadly afraid of her dying by overheating. Thus he wanted to cool down her skin, which would require him to take off her cloths.

Considering that the sun was ascending from the sky and the temperature was starting to drop, he made the judgement that it was worth the potential increased dehydration rate. They hadn't walked that far that day, so they still had a few full water bags left.

To perserve the Ice G.o.d's dignity, the Fire G.o.d left the tank top and her pants on. With his best ability, he attempted to not stare too much, especially at the vulnerable woman's chest.

He picked up her scarf and used it as a fan to create some breeze for her. While doing so, he thought of how she used to scold him for wasting his energy. Yang smiled at that thought.

If the situation was reversed, would she have done the same? Or would she have just killed him or left him to fend for himself?

Probably she wouldn't hold him in same high regard as he did to her.

His smile disappeared as he concluded that.

Nevermind. It wasn't like he had ever given her any reason to think otherwise. During their previous encounters, he had more or less acted like a douche.

The truth was that he still was the same. Maybe he needed to improve his temper and behavior. Though, the crazy woman had also her imperfections who could be corrected.

As Yang kept fanning and got lost in his own world, the night was soon upon the young G.o.d. When he finally noticed that it had darkened, he decided to dress Yin again.

His hand unintentionally came in contact with her arm, which made him alarmed since he felt it unusually cold. Without care for the usual ceremonies, he slid his hands over her other uncovered body parts and confirmed that they felt the same.

This was really bad. How could he have forgotten to regularly check her temperature?

He quickly put on her clothes and scarf and pulled out the bear pelt from Yin's backpack. Yang spread it over the ground before he flexed his arms under her legs and back.

With some effort in his exhausted state, he managed to lift her from the ground and place her in the center of the pelt. It was then enclosed around her body and he made sure that her toes weren't exposed to the cold air.

As he covered himself with his pelt, he prayed that she would soon improve. Although he had his doubts.