The hand simply reached out and swatted away the original owner who was choking her. Cheng Qingyan was finally able to breathe smoothly and escape from the original owner's clutches.

Who is it? Who owns this hand?

Is it Ye Lingyu?

Ye Lingyu touched Cheng Qingyan's forehead. It wasn't so hot anymore. Why did he still have a hysterical episode just now?

She tried to wake Cheng Qingyan: "Cheng Qingyan, Cheng Qingyan, wake up?"

While in a dream, Cheng Qingyan heard Ye Lingyu's voice calling to him.

This was also the first time she had heard Ye Lingyu call her name, and it sounded so pleasant. It could even pull her out of a nightmare, leaving her no choice but to wake up.

Her eyelids were so heavy that she had to try several times to open them.

Seeing that she finally responded, Ye Lingyu breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, she woke up.

It is said that being haunted by nightmares may cause one to suffer from amnesia and become mentally challenged.

When Cheng Qingyan opened her eyes, she saw Ye Lingyu's worried gaze.

I wanted to speak, but my throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire. I opened my mouth, but my throat felt like it was burning.

Ye Lingyu helped her up and handed her a bowl of warm water: "It's not too hot anymore, have a sip to soothe your throat."

After drinking the water, the burning sensation in her throat subsided considerably, but Cheng Qingyan's voice was still somewhat hoarse when she spoke.

How long did I sleep?

This isn't about how long she slept; she's clearly delirious from the fever.

"I can't remember the exact number of hours. How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?" Including the time spent being haunted by nightmares, it's probably been about four hours.

"My whole body aches, and I don't even have the strength to lift my arm. What's wrong with me?" Cheng Qingyan tried to lift her arm, and it felt as if it weighed a ton.

"Don't push yourself. You had a high fever all night. It only went down a bit around dawn, and you're feeling better now." Ye Lingyu touched Cheng Qingyan's forehead with the back of her hand, and it had indeed gone down quite a bit.

It seems that wiping with alcohol does have an effect.

"Thank you for your help. I thought I was going to die again this time."

The temperature only dropped at dawn, so Ye Lingyu must have taken care of me all night.

Who knew that the ancients had effective ways to cool down?

Ye Lingyu blushed slightly as she recalled the details of how she had "taken care" of Cheng Qingyan the previous night.

She had never been so open with anyone before, even someone of the same sex, and the thought still made her shy.

"It's no trouble at all. Do you want to lie down for a while longer?"

Cheng Qingyan sniffed the air; there was only a faint fragrance, and her nose wasn't very clear, but that didn't stop her from smelling the egg drop porridge inside the room.

"It smells delicious, my wife. I'm a little hungry."

Ye Lingyu shook her head. This person was sick, but that didn't stop her from calling out for food.

"I've cooked some egg and rice wine porridge. I'll get you a bowl."

When Ye Lingyu brought over the hot porridge, she had found a small, exquisite wooden spoon from somewhere.

Cheng Qingyan was already covered in sweat as she lay against the wall. If you really asked her to carry the porridge and drink it herself, she might spill it at any moment.

Ye Lingyu scooped a spoonful of porridge and brought it to Cheng Qingyan's lips.

Although I'm shy, it's a bit embarrassing to be fed by someone at my age.

Unable to bear the hunger any longer, Cheng Qingyan finally opened her mouth.

Ye Lingyu carefully observed her eating the porridge. She was also inspired by the fact that it was her first time making this porridge, and she didn't know how it would taste.

"How is it? Is it hot? How does it taste?"

Cheng Qingyan smacked her lips: "Mmm, one more bite, I didn't taste anything just now."

Ye Lingyu handed over another spoonful of porridge, waiting for Cheng Qingyan's feedback on its taste.

"It's delicious and smells wonderful. Haven't you tried it yet?" Otherwise, how could she not know how it tastes?

Ye Lingyu lowered her head and scooped up another spoonful of porridge, handing it to her: "As long as it tastes good, that's fine. I've already eaten, and I was afraid you wouldn't like it."

"It's delicious, but—I haven't had such delicious porridge in a long time."

Cheng Qingyan originally wanted to say that it just needed to be less sweet, but then she thought about how dilapidated their house was, and even mice wouldn't bother with it, so where would they get any sugar?

This bowl of porridge may not taste particularly good, but Ye Lingyu's heartfelt intentions were in it, and she knew that.

Cheng Qingyan continued to drink the same porridge until noon. Only after she finished did Ye Lingyu cook a new porridge with only wild vegetables and rice, confirming that Ye Lingyu had indeed not eaten the porridge with eggs.

A sudden pang of sadness welled up inside her. Was Ye Lingyu stupid? She was reluctant to hurt herself, but she was willing to hurt herself.

Cheng Qingyan never dreamed that one day she would feel touched because someone gave her an egg. Moreover, that egg was her own.

She has not only eggs in her space, but also chickens, which she can't take out for the time being.

Let's wait and see. Having a treasure is a crime; she needs to be careful.

It wasn't until evening that Cheng Qingyan got off the straw mat to stretch his legs.

Ye Lingyu was watering the vegetable seeds in the yard, and Cheng Qingyan was leaning against the door watching her.

I actually cried last night. A little cold made a civilized person like me in the 21st century cry.

It's so embarrassing and shameful to think about!

Can we start over? Of course not.

As the sun sets in the west, wisps of smoke rise from the village chimneys. In the distance, farmers return to the village in twos and threes from the fields, creating a harmonious scene.

After Ye Lingyu finished watering the plants, she saw Cheng Qingyan leaning against the door looking outside, and assumed she was hungry again.

He put down the empty bucket and said to her, "Wait a moment, I'll go get some water and then cook dinner."

Cheng Qingyan felt a little embarrassed. What kind of impression had she left on Ye Lingyu?

Is she the type who eats after waking up, and then sleeps again after eating? Does she only speak when she's not hungry, but immediately declares she's hungry? We've only known each other for a few days; how could she think she's hungry just because she's standing by the door?

I have to save face; I'm not a foodie!

"No rush, no rush, I'm not hungry yet. You go ahead and do your thing, don't worry about me."

The more she said that, the more Ye Lingyu believed she was hungry, and she hurriedly picked up the bucket and went out.

Watching Ye Lingyu's retreating figure as she went to fetch water, Cheng Qingyan fell into deep thought. It was time to make a change.

No matter what, next time Ye Lingyu asks me if I'm hungry, I must say no!

That evening, Ye Lingyu took the initiative to steam some rice, and the side dishes were eggs, wild vegetables, and a few leftover small green vegetables, which she stir-fried in a ceramic basin-like container.

The only seasoning is salt.

Even so, Cheng Qingyan's stomach started rumbling, and some unidentified liquid came out of her mouth.

She certainly wouldn't admit that she was drooling.

Ye Lingyu served her a bowl of rice, and then topped it with some stir-fried vegetables and an egg.