Xu Musen had always been benevolent at heart, a miraculous healer with a saintly touch.
That night, he had exhausted himself, warming his younger aunt before taking care of his childhood sweetheart and getting up early to help warm up the young lady from Huhai.
He deeply felt what it meant that great ability entailed great responsibility.
Xu Musen thought of himself as selflessly devoted, but when faced with Yao Mingyue and An Nuannuan's slightly resentful gazes,
Xu Musen could only cough awkwardly.
"Saving lives, ma'am, is what counts. There's no time to sweat the small stuff. Lianmai has also caught a cold, and these girls can't seem to get warm on their own."
Xu Musen made excuses, knowing that now it really had to be him holding them, as the girls' body temperature definitely wouldn't be as high as his, and if they huddled together, they might not get warm at all and could even catch colds from each other.
"No matter what you say, it's always your reasoning."