Defrosting The Cold Young Master
Chapter 978 - 978 982 Feelings Turn North

Chapter 978: Chapter 982: Feelings Turn North Chapter 978: Chapter 982: Feelings Turn North It wasn’t just his looks that were handsome, but also his capabilities, his attitude in dealing with people, and his principles.

All these things added to his charm.

At this moment, in Ye Xingbei’s mind, there was no one more handsome or more wonderful than Gu Junzhu.

In her eyes, Gu Junzhu was now the best in the world!

Seeing the full admiration and adoration in Ye Xingbei’s eyes, Gu Junzhu suddenly wanted to recount all his past brave deeds of fighting evil.

He was born to do this, and the good deeds he had done could not be fully told even in three days and three nights.

Once he had told her everything, Ye Xiaobei would definitely become his super fan girl, willingly lying on the bed, begging him to do this and that to her.

Uh…

Thinking about this now seemed somewhat inconsistent with his righteous persona.

He coughed a bit to banish the risqué scenes from his mind and flicked her cheek, “It’s almost time, baby, I’ll take you.”

Having a best friend can sometimes be quite annoying.

Ye Xiaobei was now utterly soft like water. If it weren’t for Yian Jingxue having arranged to dine with Ye Xiaobei, he could have carried Ye Xiaobei into the lounge this moment and done as he pleased.

“Just wait a moment!” Ye Xingbei asked him, “Do you have paper and a pen? I suddenly got inspired.”

Having just listened to Gu Junzhu’s story, her mood was intensely uplifted, and one look into Gu Junzhu’s tender gaze sparked a fountain of inspiration in her.

She wanted to jot it down quickly.

“Of course.” Gu Junzhu took her hand, led her to the desk, sat down, and pulled her onto his lap while handing her papers and a pen.

Nowadays, many people are accustomed to using computers, but Ye Xingbei still preferred using pen and paper when writing songs.

She loved the scratchy texture as the pen tip touched the paper.

With each word she wrote, there was a special sense of achievement as though she was engraving something.

She bent over the desk and began to write.

“The reeds are lush, and the white dew turns to frost.

There is a beautiful lady, across the water apart.

Polaris is bright,

The gentleman bamboo grows in the North,

Years may pass by, but forever engraved is your visage.

Polaris is bright,

The gentleman bamboo grows in the North,

One glance so deep, with you the night’s no longer sprawling…”

Gu Junzhu wrapped his arms around her waist, watching intently and with full concentration.

As each beautiful character sprung onto the paper and he discerned their ingenuity, his smile grew broader and gentler.

When she had finished writing everything, he kissed her ear, “Have you thought of a name yet?”

“Not yet,” Ye Xingbei finished composing the tune, “No rush, this is just a draft. It needs to be repeatedly refined and polished until I am completely satisfied. Only then will it be finalized, and there’s no hurry to name it then.”

“I’ve already thought of a name for you,” Gu Junzhu, holding her hand, wrote above the lyrics and melody, “A Glance Northward.”

Ye Xingbei, seeing the grandiose characters dancing under her pen, smiled sheepishly, “Isn’t that too obvious?”

“Polaris is bright, the gentleman bamboo grows in the North, one glance so deep, with you the nights are no longer sprawling,” Gu Junzhu recited a few lines, arching his eyebrow at her, “Isn’t this obvious?”

“Mine isn’t obvious; lyrics are meant to be fantastical. As long as the tune is catchy, no one thinks there’s anything amiss,” Ye Xingbei said, “But putting the song title out there so blatantly, people will definitely wonder what ‘A Glance Northward’ means. Then surely, those who love gossip will dig deeper.”

Although she was a lyricist and composer who never showed her face, her classical works were numerous, and she had a vast amount of devoted fans.