After Yan Li met Wen Yichu at Tingyuxuan, she suddenly developed a high fever. Unfortunately, the weather has been rainy and windy lately, and her condition has not improved.

It's late at night again.

In Yan Li's room, there was only a thin candle burning.

"What exactly does Your Highness want?"

“My dear Ali, from beginning to end, all I’ve ever wanted is Ali’s sincere heart.”

Wen Yichu's gaze was unfathomable to Yan Li. As if frightened, she tried to run away in a panic, but he grabbed her, seized her chin, and kissed her forcefully.

"I have already helped Ali get rid of them. Can Ali now stay by my side in peace?"

In an instant, it was as if countless iron chains had bound her, preventing her from struggling and leaving her no choice but to succumb to them.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Li opened her eyes in a half-dreaming, half-awake state.

Why did I dream about that day again?

She raised her hand to her forehead and rubbed it, feeling an unbearable dryness and itchiness in her throat. "...Fennel, water."

Those two simple words seemed to have exhausted all her strength. When she looked up, she saw that it was dark all around and extremely quiet outside the door.

The window was blown open halfway by the wind, making a creaking sound, which then blew the bed curtains open like ripples on water, causing the person in bed to cough uncontrollably again.

Footsteps sounded.

"Bang—"

A very faint clattering sound was especially clear in the quiet room.

Yan Li turned her head and looked up to see a tall figure standing at the window, closing the window.

Why does fennel seem a bit... robust today?

She squinted, trying to see the person clearly, but failed. Then, as if uncertain, she spoke, "Fennel?"

The man trembled, turned around, quickly walked to the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and suddenly frowned.

Cold?

Wen Yichu looked up and gazed outside. Remembering that she had already knocked the person unconscious, she tightened her grip on the teacup.

A moment later, Yan Li, who was lying on the bed, saw a slender, white finger slowly lift the bed curtains.

"Your Highness?"

In the dimly lit room, a single candlelight shone through, enough for Yan Li to clearly see the face of the person in front of her.

Upon seeing the tea in the other person's hand, she slowly sat up and was about to take it when Wen Yichu grabbed her hand.

"Drink up." Wen Yichu held Yan Li's hand without letting go, and simply handed him the cup of tea.

The temperature is just right.

Not cold, not hot.

Yan Li swallowed the tea and looked up at Wen Yichu.

The latter immediately understood her meaning and got up again.

But his movements seemed far too slow to Yan Li.

After taking a sip of water, Yan Li felt confident again.

She threw back the covers, casually slipped on her shoes, and quickly walked to the table, taking the teapot from Wen Yichu's hand.

Before Wen Yichu could stop it, the tea pouring from the spout fell into Yan Li's mouth.

It's cold.

Upon seeing this, Wen Yichu sighed slightly in resignation. After taking the teapot from Yan Li's hand, she picked Yan Li up with one hand and placed her back on the bed.

"Ali is too impatient."

Yan Li: "..."

Actually, cold drinks are fine too, they're all for quenching thirst, no need to be so particular.

But saying those words is too hurtful.

After accepting the hot tea from Wen Yichu, Yan Li drank it all in one gulp, acknowledging his kindness.

Yan Li: "Your Highness has come today..."

Before she could finish speaking, Wen Yichu's hand landed on his belt, and soon she took off her outer robe.

After hugging the blanket tightly, Yan Li looked at the person in front of her:

"Wen Yichu! I'm still sick."

"Hmm." Wen Yichu said, but didn't stop taking off her clothes. Soon she was only wearing her undergarments and climbed onto her bed.

Yan Li, who was being held in Wen Yichu's arms: Hmm?

"I'll warm up your bed for you; it's too cold under the covers, which isn't good for your recovery."

Listening to Wen Yichu's endless nonsense, Yan Li thought: "It seems to make sense."

Sensing that Yan Li was no longer resisting, Wen Yichu felt a little better. "Ah Li, in another month, it will be our wedding day."

Yan Li: "..." She knew.

With one month left, her first task will be completed.

Hopefully, the system won't malfunction this time.

They sleep in the same bed but dream different dreams.

Wen Yichu grasped Yan Li's wrist, gently dispelling the chill from her body.

Yan Li felt languid all over, and her drowsiness grew stronger. Before long, she closed her eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yichu lowered her eyes and looked at the sleeping Yan Li: "A Li will always be with me, right?"

"If Ali doesn't speak, I'll take that as your agreement."

One night passed.

With Wen Yichu holding him back, Yan Li was covered in sweat under the covers, and his illness improved significantly.

Early in the morning, the outside was still shrouded in gloom. When Yan Li got up, she found that Wen Yichu had already left without leaving a trace, as if yesterday was just a dream.

In the bath, Yan Li, having undressed, noticed something was wrong.

She turned her head to the side, and out of the corner of her eye, she saw that the teeth marks on her shoulder seemed clearer.

Um?

If she remembers correctly, the bite mark should be fading soon.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Li reached out and touched it, then wiped it again and again in disbelief.

That's really sick.

She said she woke up with shoulder pain first thing in the morning. She initially thought it was because of her sleeping posture and that she had a stiff neck, but it turned out that her shoulder had been injured again.

Wen Yichu, who was far away in the East Palace, suddenly sneezed. After glancing at the time, she chuckled softly.

It seems they've discovered it.

It's time for him to make some preparations.

After all, another good show is about to begin in Chong'an City.