Chapter 44 The Little Drama Queen in Romance Variety Show 17: Cherry Jam Sandwich Cookies...

Once on the plane, Yun Chiyi felt strange; she felt mentally exhausted and physically cold.

She and Lin Qiao were seated next to each other. She glanced at him; he was reading a magazine on the plane to pass the time.

After lunch, Yun Chiyi finished eating and felt a little warmer, while Lin Qiaoyu continued reading a magazine.

Yun Chiyi tilted her head to observe his expression. His eyes were as still as ice, and he blinked for a long time, seemingly lost in thought.

Her eyes shone like stars, and joy graced her lips and brows.

The plane was flying high in the sky for three hours. The passengers in front of them were bored, so they took out their tablets to watch TV to pass the time.

What a coincidence! I was watching a rerun of Secret Garden, specifically the episode where Yun Chiyi and Lin Qiao danced.

Yun Chiyi was the first to hear Lin Qiaoyu's voice. She hadn't expected him to look so unapproachable and arrogant on camera.

She found it extremely funny, so she turned her body to deliberately get close to him, her beaming smile conveying her current smugness.

He remained indifferent, seemingly ignoring everything.

The two girls were eating potato chips and watching with great interest.

The girl on the left practically pressed herself against the screen: "This is amazing! That pert nose and bright red ribbon are so sexy!"

Another girl grabbed her arm and shook it: "Don't you feel that these two have great chemistry? I'm dying to see them together in just a few shots."

The companion sighed, "But Yun Chiyi is clearly a player. She treats everyone like that. I'm a clean person, and I don't like this kind of character."

"The Aquaman is the most exciting! How do you know who's the best if you don't try them all!"

"My God, where did these outrageous words come from?" Yun Chiyi suppressed a laugh, tears welling in her eyes.

Lin Qiao and Leng Leng glared at Yun Chiyi with a sharp look.

Yun Chiyi said in a low voice, "I'm talking about me, not you." She seemed quite comfortable with her identity as the Sea King.

She had barely finished speaking when the girl in front of her, who had drunk half a bottle of cola and whose throat was dry from watching a dating reality show, started spouting nonsense.

"If only Yun Chiyi were a bit bigger, I want a mature woman, I want to see a mature woman play the field in love, unlike Lin Qiaoyu who is cold and aloof, but becomes obedient as soon as she lies on the pillow."

"What's wrong with my sister? She's great! My brothers are all smitten with me!"

Yun Chiyi couldn't hold back any longer and grinned, showing her teeth.

She wiped away her tears and glanced back at Lin Qiaoyu. He looked back at her coldly, his eyes seemingly filled with a thousand snowstorms, silently sweeping across the world.

The more serious his reaction, the funnier Yun Chiyi found it. She clutched her stomach, her silvery laughter startling the two girls in front of her.

"But Yun Chiyi is a bit annoying. It would be better if someone else came on the show..."

The talking stopped abruptly as everyone turned to look for the mysterious laughter.

Behind them was only a tall, broad-shouldered man engrossed in reading a newspaper; there was no one else in sight, as if the laughter from just moments before had been an illusion.

The girl on the left scratched her head: "Why do I think I heard Yun Chiyi's voice?"

"How could that be? It must have come from the tablet. Didn't they say she was sick and needed to rest? It doesn't seem like that."

The girl chimed in, "Maybe they're slacking off."

As they predicted, Yun Chiyi hid under Lin Qiaoyu's magazine, lying on his lap like a white cat.

After she finished laughing, her body temperature slowly dropped, and she said in a warm voice, "I'm tired."

The voice was so low that Lin Qiaoyu could barely hear it.

Lin Qiao put down the magazine and drew the curtain in front of her, creating a small space.

His dark expression only lasted a couple of seconds. It wasn't like Yun Chiyi was making a big fuss; the blame couldn't be placed on her.

Thinking of this, he ignored Yun Chiyi's words and tried to close his eyes to rest.

First, you need to move the person who is lying on his lap away.

He bent down to pull Yun Chiyi up, but her eyelashes fluttered as she drifted off to sleep.

Her fingers fiddled with the side of his trousers, her fingertips a natural pink, her nail beds rounded and neatly trimmed, so docile it was almost unbelievable. He looked from her hands to her shoulders, then noticed her quiet, alluring face; her long, dark eyelashes were tightly closed, her breath lingering between his legs.

She fell asleep.

Lin Qiaoyu greatly admired her sleep quality; she seemed carefree and without a care in the world.

His eyes were closed, and he was getting sleepy.

Before he closed his eyes, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

She was like a lazy cat, whimpering at the slightest sound of wind or grass, before falling into a deep sleep again.

Before the plane landed, Lin Qiao had already woken up. At this moment, Yun Chiyi's hand was unabashedly wrapped around his waist, treating him like a comfortable human-shaped pillow.

Lin Qiao shook her shoulder: "Wake up."

Upon hearing the sound, Yun Chiyi opened one eye and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have we arrived?"

The more she slept, the more uncomfortable she felt. It felt like there was wind blowing from all directions. She reached out and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt over her head. The wide brim of the hood covered half of her face, which made her feel a little better.

She yawned listlessly: "I'm so sleepy."

Fortunately, both of them came and went empty-handed. The only thing on their seats was Yun Chiyi's bag of cookies, which she carried in her arms when she boarded the plane and he easily held in one hand when he got off.

Lin Qiao looked at the cherry sandwich cookies in her hand, then turned around and waited for Yun Chiyi to slowly walk over.

He still needed to take a taxi, so he waited for the car on the roadside, wearing a neatly pressed suit.

Yun Chiyi touched her forehead, her eyes were blurry and she couldn't see the road clearly. She leaned on Lin Qiao's arm without any hesitation.

Lin Qiao asked him, "What's wrong?"

She smiled and asked, "What could I possibly have done wrong?"

The car arrived quickly, and as soon as they moved, the two outstanding individuals separated themselves from the crowd.

"Wow, those two look kind of familiar."

"Doesn't that girl look like Yun Chiyi?"

"The guy looks like Lin Qiaoyu? That's fake! He's just playing cosplay."

After another forty-minute drive, we finally arrived back at the villa entrance.

Yun Chiyi felt carsick. After getting off the car, she tightly grabbed Lin Qiaoyu's sleeve and bent down to squat on the ground.

Lin Qiao noticed something was wrong with her: "What's wrong?"

Her lips were pale, and she weakly raised her eyes.

When the camera failed to capture Yun Chiyi's image for a long time, the audience erupted in excitement once again, just like when the show first started.

[They came back together? Not a second apart?]

[You're lying again. Is Yun Chiyi sick? She looks perfectly fine.]

[There's a picture posted on Weibo just now; the two of them got off the plane together. I don't know what they were doing on leave.]

[They used to juggle multiple projects simultaneously, and now even appearing on a variety show isn't safe. It's ridiculous. If they don't want to participate, they should just quit.]

Yun Chiyi never believed in prophecies or retribution. She was just a passerby in this world, coming and going in a hurry, having her fill of fun before leaving. But she was faking illness; was she really sick now?

She was sweating profusely and had no interest in ignoring the barrage of insults in the comments. Lin Qiao noticed that she had shrunk a little, so he reached out and supported her waist.

"I am car sick."

Lin Qiao pursed his lips and touched the warmth of her forehead with the back of his hand.

[Host, you have a fever, not motion sickness.]

Lin Qiao's voice overlapped with the system's: "You have a fever."

Yun Chiyi's eyelids twitched. Squatting was uncomfortable, and half-squatting was also uncomfortable, so she simply clung to Lin Qiaoyu. She coiled around him like a snake with body heat, and Lin Qiaoyu, considering that she was sick, temporarily didn't hold it against her.

The soft glow of the setting sun bathed her in the evening light, making her radiate a gentle light. Her cheeks were a sickly porcelain white, like a fragile beauty sculpted from white jade.

He bent his knees slightly and picked up Yun Chiyi. Yun Chiyi trusted his movements completely and pressed her cheek against his chest.

His heartbeat was steady, even more so than the sound of the waves.

[！！！！！！]

[A simple princess carry, so reassuring!]

[Wait, did anyone notice the cookie in Lin Qiao's hand? My taste in cookies is so weird!]

[Holy crap, Yun Chiyi is really sick, isn't she faking it?]

[I'm sweating profusely, and it's already evening, so it shouldn't be hot.]

Lin Qiao carried the dizzy Yun Chiyi into the house, and the six people who were preparing dinner were all stunned.

How did they get together?

Why is he holding her?

Lin Qiao explained simply, "She's sick."

Upon hearing this, Gu Huai suddenly gripped the spatula in his hand, his eyes following Yun Chiyi's face, her unhealthy white skin tinged with a rosy tinge.

She suddenly disappeared; could she really be sick?

He would rather she had gone out to have fun.

Lin Qiao and Wenbu carried her upstairs, and when they reached the second floor, they said, "Let the production crew take you to the hospital."

Yun Chiyi became stubborn: "I can't go. Who goes back to the hospital right after getting an IV drip? Wouldn't that give us away?"

She leaned against him, coughing listlessly, "I know my body well, I'll feel much better after a good night's sleep."

Lin Qiaoyu said, "Then how come you didn't know you had a fever? It seems you don't know much about your body."

He pushed open the door with one hand, bent down and placed the burning hot person on the bed. Yun Chiyi felt both hot and cold, curled up on the bed and closed her eyes.

Listening to him move around in the room, the sound of flowing water seemed distant and untouchable.

A moment later, a cool towel was placed on Yun Chiyi's forehead. She lifted her eyelids to look at him; his fingers were damp, with water droplets about to fall.

She reached out and grabbed his index finger: "It's so cold."

She was feverish and craving coolness; her eyes were misty, and she clung to the object with lingering affection.

Lin Qiao pushed her hand away: "Lie down, don't move around."

He left after he finished speaking.

Night fell, and the room was plunged into darkness.

A short while later, Tang Yu came in, holding an electric thermometer in her hand.

"38.6 degrees."

Yun Chiyi had no idea when she started taking measurements.

Tang Yu turned on a lamp, its faint light highlighting Yun Chiyi's weakness and helplessness.

"Where is Lin Qiaoyu?"

He went out and then fell silent; he shouldn't be that heartless.

Tang Yu changed her towel and touched her wet bangs: "I'm not sure. If it really comes down to it, I'll talk to the director and ask him to take you to the hospital for an IV drip. It must be very uncomfortable to have a fever."

Yun Chiyi reached out and touched her forehead: "Why is Sister Tang Yu frowning?"

Tang Yu's eyes immediately flickered. She wasn't that worried about Yun Chiyi. Some things had happened in the last two or three days, and her mind was starting to feel confused again.

"You've lost weight in just a few days."

Coupled with her delicate voice, Tang Yu actually felt that she was more pitiful than her.

Not getting an answer from Tang Yu, Lin Qiao went to the third floor with the doctor and knocked on the door.

She can play around, but he simply can't stand her using her health as a bargaining chip.