He thought, his boss, Mr. Wang, likes to run around barefoot, so how could such a thin carpet be enough?
Gu Yunzhou actually wanted to correct this action.
In his view, Ji Zhaoming's physique was even weaker than that of the weakest race, and if he didn't protect himself properly, he would be the one to suffer.
On second thought, in the folk tales left by humankind, the gods always loved to run barefoot, wearing flower wreaths on their heads, on the wildest grasslands.
Perhaps this is the true nature of the gods?
In that case, we can only pay more attention to it from the outside world.
We would need to add five more layers of blankets that are that thick.
Gu Yunzhou knelt down and stroked Ji Zhaoming's feet, even able to clearly feel the blood flowing under his skin and the distinct bones.
—But it is also very fragile.
With just a little force, Gu Yunzhou could break it off.
Gu Yunzhou lowered his eyes, suppressing all his agitation, and carefully helped Ji Zhaoming put on the shoes.
Ji Zhaoming asked, "Is there any activity outside?"
"No," Gu Yunzhou replied, "I was making something. Did I disturb the master? I'm sorry, I'll tell them to be more careful next time."
Ji Zhaoming smiled and said, "No, no, I only heard it after I woke up."
His feet were dangling in mid-air, swaying restlessly from side to side, and he asked excitedly, "What are you doing? Can I go down and take a look?"
This was the first time Ji Zhaoming had ever seen something so full of life.
Seeing that Gu Yunzhou did not object, he immediately jumped off the bed and onto the floor, and quickly lay down by the window.
The massive spaceship stood in the center of the ice and snow, with three well-protected snowmen beside it. The snowmen silently watched the robot's movements.
The robots were busy running back and forth between the spaceship and the house.
Ji Zhaoming had previously heard Gu Yunzhou say that he was making something, and he thought it was some kind of trinket.
He stared at the enormous spaceship, dumbfounded.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the robot wasn't carrying any equipment at all, but rather fluffy blankets, a heater, and even some snacks.
Ji Zhaoming wasn't stupid; he naturally knew who these things were specially prepared for, and stood there awkwardly, feeling a bit embarrassed.
The hand that was about to wave was frozen in mid-air, and no further action was taken.
But the robots' sensitivity to the king was beyond imagination. The moment Ji Zhaoming opened the window, the robots sensed that someone was watching them from above.
Slowly raising their heads, the robots knelt in the snow and called out, "King."
"Get up quickly!" shouted the great Ji Zhaoming, "It's cold in the snow."
As they spoke, a cloud of mist condensed in the cold air and drifted out into the vast expanse of heaven and earth.
Gu Yunzhou asked, "Shall we go down and take a look?"
"Is that okay?" Ji Zhaoming asked excitedly.
Gu Yunzhou extended a finger and lifted the coat Ji Zhaoming was wearing, saying, "Master can go anywhere, but he will need to wear another coat."
The room has air conditioning, so you can wear less clothing, but it's a different story outside. It's because the sun has suddenly appeared that the snow-capped mountains, which have been dormant for decades, have slowly begun to melt. The cold wind in the air is something that ordinary people can't bear, let alone its king.
In the beginning, the robots never expected to see the sun again, which gave the avalanche an opportunity. After Ji Zhaoming was rescued, the robots worked day and night to divert the melting snow from the mountain to another location.
In just a few days, a small stream should form.
His arrival in just a few days has already brought about tremendous changes to the world.
When Ji Zhaoming came out of the house carrying the galaxy he had made, he was wrapped up like a snowball. Except for his jet-black hair and a red nose, he was almost entirely white, like snow. Among the snowmen he was building, it was impossible to tell which one was the snowman.
—Perhaps Ji Zhaoming looks more like a snowman.
Exquisite, beautiful, and pleasing, like the most perfect god in mythology.
But the gods in mythology also have a touch of inhumanity. When Ji Zhaoming turned to look at Gu Yunzhou with a smile, the celestial realm was right there on earth.
Ji Zhaoming rushed to the spaceship.
The robot beside him said, "Good morning, Your Majesty."
Ji Zhaoming didn't mind the effort, and greeted each of them in turn, giving them the galaxy he had made.
In the beautiful Milky Way, there is an even more beautiful face.
Braving the biting cold wind, it led them all the way to warmth.
The robots were somewhat relieved; thankfully, they had painted the spaceship, and only a spaceship like this could barely be worthy of their king.
Robots' ships are usually cold and impersonal, with a metallic feel that seems to freeze you at first glance. But this spaceship is the complete opposite of what robots are used to.
Paint it completely with the hottest colors, and on the bow of the spaceship is a sun.
The sun shines brightly, unobstructed by any clouds.
Ji Zhaoming crawled into the spaceship.
As soon as he entered, he felt a warm breeze blowing directly on his face, carrying a faint fragrance. The room was not dry, and Ji Zhaoming, who was dressed so thickly, immediately felt warm.
Then he saw several layers of thick blankets.
...If I could sleep, it would be so comfortable.
Gu He chattered on and on: "Is there anything else Your Majesty wants? Ah, it's a bit too simple. If Your Majesty has any ideas, you can tell us! We're just wondering what else we should add."
He thought for a moment, then humbly asked, "Does Wang like the bed in the bedroom? Should we move it over?"
Ji Zhaoming's bed was tall and big, and warm to sleep on. Ji Zhaoming hesitated shamefully for a moment: "No, it's too big."
Gu He smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. We'll just make another one later, one for the spaceship and one for home."
He then asked, "Should we bring the king's table?"
"Is it really necessary?" Are they planning to set up another room? Being picky about beds is one explanation, but being picky about tables...
Ji Zhaoming did not have these strange hobbies.
Gu He accepted this suggestion. "What about the bathroom? Let's move it over for Wang too. I heard some people are particular about bathrooms. Oh, and Wang's clothes too, we'll have to bring those as well, so we'll need to install another wardrobe."
As Gu He spoke, a robot behind him quickly took notes.
When asked if he was really coming over, Ji Zhaoming smiled and declined, saying, "Really, there's no need."
Gu He thought for a moment, "I also want to take the snowman with me."
If things continued like this, Ji Zhaoming feared that Gu He would empty the place. He took out a Milky Way from his pocket and handed it to Gu He: "By the way, Gu He, this is for you, a little Milky Way."
Gu He's open mouth instantly fell silent.
Staring blankly at the small Milky Way, he couldn't help but take a few steps forward to Ji Zhaoming's side. He mustered up his courage, glanced at Gu Yunzhou who was following behind with a cold face, and finally asked, "Your Majesty."
"Um?"
Gu He said, "Can I hug you?"
Ji Zhaoming chuckled: "What's wrong with that?"
He reached out and hugged Gu He back.
Holding Gu Yunzhou was a completely different feeling.
But it was also a kind of warmth that Ji Zhaoming experienced.
When he released Gu He, he suddenly noticed that all the robots around him were staring at Gu He.
...Wang hugged Gu He.
...It was Wang who took the initiative.
Damn it, can't Gu He get out of the robot? All he does is shamelessly try to hug Wang. They're elders from over a thousand years ago, and he still does this!
The king's body was softer than a robot's, and a delicate fragrance almost filled Gu He's heart. He was just about to push his luck and ask for more when he caught a glimpse of Gu Yunzhou's icy gaze out of the corner of his eye.
Gu He ultimately chose to let go.
Ji Zhaoming, completely oblivious to the bloodshed behind it all, even asked with a smile, "Won't you hold me a little longer?"
For him, Gu He's hug was almost instantaneous, and Gu He usually took good care of him, so he could hug him for more than ten minutes without any problem.
Under so many gazes, Gu He dared not, so he shook his head to refuse, and also boasted about how warm Ji Zhaoming's embrace was, for fear that his king would think he was disgusted by him.
To the other robots, this action meant that as long as they worked hard, they could get the king's embrace, so they worked even harder, wishing they could empty the whole house.
Ji Zhaoming chuckled and tried to stop them, but suddenly saw several robots gathered in a group in the distance.
One of the robots lifted its clothing, revealing what was underneath. It cautiously looked around, and only after confirming no one was watching did it wave to the other robots nearby, whispering something to them.
Immediately afterwards, the robot next to him showed a delighted expression and nodded in acceptance.
The first robot to speak took out a small booklet from its pocket and handed it to the robot with a serious expression.
This reminded Ji Zhaoming of those shady dealings involving selling DVDs.
In Ji Zhaoming's eyes, these robots were no different from children who had just come of age. As an adult, he had to be careful not to let the robots go astray.
He winked at Gu Yunzhou.
Gu Yunzhou moved swiftly and arrived beside the group of robots, quickly reaching out to catch them red-handed.
A small booklet fell to the ground; its cover was wrapped in a white leather, making it look particularly suspicious.
Gu Yunzhou casually flipped through the booklet, stared at the words on the first page, and immediately stopped.
"Gu Yunzhou?" Ji Zhaoming tilted his head and called out.
Gu Yunzhou nervously slammed his feet together, making a loud snapping sound, as if afraid others wouldn't know he was doing something wrong.
Gu Yunzhou touched the tip of his nose and said, "Here."
Ji Zhaoming leaned closer and asked, "What is that? You seem so engrossed in it."
He turned sideways, extended his slender fingers, and with a pinch of two fingers, took the book from Gu Yunzhou's hand.
The book danced nimbly on Ji Zhaoming's fingertips, and Ji Zhaoming could even smell the ink and a specially sprayed fragrance emanating from it.
...Does this kind of thing even need to be fragrant? Isn't that a bit too particular?
Ji Zhaoming turned to the title page.