Chapter 45 The Little Drama Queen in a Romance Variety Show 18: Cantaloupe Yogurt

That night, Yun Chiyi hung up the belated drops of blood.

When the moonlight was thinning, her throat became dry and hoarse, and she couldn't utter a word. She also felt hot and was too weak to lift the covers, so she broke out in a sweat.

As dawn broke, my mind became much clearer.

She didn't have to participate in the morning recording, so she slept until noon when the sun was high in the sky. She was so hungry that she couldn't sleep, so she prepared to go downstairs to find something to eat.

The needle marks on the back of her hand hadn't healed, and a small scab on her fair skin had spread into a dark bruise. This body was pampered and couldn't bear the slightest grievance.

It took her several minutes to reach the kitchen door. The clinking and clattering sounds coming from in front of the cupboard made her guess that someone was inside.

As expected, upon entering, I saw Song Shiguang tidying up the dishes.

The two looked at each other from a distance of a few meters. Yun Chiyi's skin was originally fair, and because of her illness, she looked somewhat haggard, so her fair skin became a tender white that was harmless.

Seeing that she was almost unable to stand while leaning against the wall, Song Shiguang asked, "Are you hungry?"

Yun Chiyi sat on the sofa, not saying a word but looking into his eyes.

In fact, Tang Yu's gradual loss of weight was inextricably linked to him.

Tang Yu was still conflicted. It seemed that Song Shiguang shared the same ideals and interests with her, and there was some resonance between their souls. To put it bluntly, their current situation was one of being neither interested nor willing to give up.

It can only be said that Song Shiguang looks well-dressed and can suppress his emotions from showing on his face. Otherwise, if he had taken another step, Tang Yu would not be in this dilemma.

Yun Chiyi's eyes were as beautiful as glass. When she was lost in thought, her eyes were clear, like a spring. Song Shiguang also looked at her, and unconsciously stared at her eyes.

They were blank and lifeless, like creatures without emotions.

His gaze gradually became more unrestrained. Yun Chiyi was just too beautiful, unrealistically beautiful, and also mischievous in a way that was different from other adults.

She slightly raised her eyelashes, her gaze like an electric current. Song Shiguang's arm went numb, and he felt a panicked sense of being caught red-handed, almost dropping the bowl in his hand to the ground.

Song Shiguang calmed down and asked her, "There's still some flour in the fridge. Shall I fry an egg for you so you can have something to eat to tide you over?"

Yun Chiyi asked, "Fresh handmade noodles?"

Song Shiguang did not answer, but his silence indicated that it was packaged noodles.

She said listlessly, "Then I won't eat it. It'll be all mushy after cooking, not chewy at all."

"Didn't you only have some porridge for breakfast?"

A cold, hard voice broke through the silence, but Yun Chiyi, still lying on the sofa, pretended not to hear it and didn't even lift her head.

Lin Qiaoyu's shadow fell at her feet, the darkness pressing down on Yun Chiyi's calves: "There's other food in the fridge."

Song Shiguang took two steps over and opened the refrigerator: "There are a few slices of toast, an egg, and a tomato."

Yun Chiyi's voice was slightly hoarse. Her chin rested on the soft sofa armrest, and she said with her eyes half-closed, "Then I want to eat a sandwich. The egg has to be soft-boiled, medium-rare is best. Any more than that will affect the taste."

I thought Lin Qiaoyu was going to do it, but he nodded knowingly and generously instructed Song Shiguang: "Did you hear that? It's up to you."

Yun Chiyi turned her head slightly, looking at him with lazy eyes, as if to say that he was not kind enough.

Song Shiguang's gaze also paused, and he replied with a half-smile, "I can still make sandwiches."

Lin Qiao was covered in sweat from being outside, his back was soaked. He drank two glasses of cold water in the kitchen and then went upstairs to change his clothes.

He had just stepped onto the stairs when he heard Yun Chiyi speak softly.

"It's hot and I'm sweating, but I still want to drink cold drinks. I'm not afraid of getting heatstroke and not being able to get up."

He slowly turned around, and Yun Chiyi stuck out her tongue at him before turning her head away and ignoring him.

Song Shiguang had already started preparing sandwiches. He always did things cleanly and efficiently, with a steady and methodical pace.

Melt the butter in a pan, then gently crack an egg into it. The pan sizzles and a sweet aroma fills the living room.

She specifically requested that the eggs be cooked to medium-rare. He unconsciously paid attention to the state of the eggs and realized that she was actually taking a serious work attitude. A mocking smile appeared on Song Shiguang's lips.

Why should we listen to her?

Yun Chiyi softly closed her long, black eyelashes: "Seven-tenths cooked."

Song Shiguang flipped the egg over without any expression.

[Song Shiguang kindly cooked for her because she was sick and listless, but she showed no gratitude at all.]

Seriously, I'm most picky about food when I have a cold, and I don't want to eat anything.

[If she gets criticized for making a single request, then I might as well not do it for her and let her starve to death.]

Yun Chiyi closed her eyes and checked the comments section.

I have to say, the online trolls He Xin hired are mediocre at best, yet they've managed to stir up trouble so obviously.

I should have just let the system create an account; it has nothing better to do than watch the live streams all day long.

[Help! This system is being exploited!] The system immediately protested by banging drums and gongs.

Yun Chiyi blocked out the noise and slowly opened her eyes as she smelled the rich fragrance.

Just then, Song Shiguang called out to her, "It's ready to eat, come and try it."

She stood up, using the sofa for support, and dragged her feet to sit at the dining table. Song Shiguang placed a plate of toast in front of her. She glanced at it; it looked alright, not bad enough to eat.

"Should I eat it with my hands?"

After getting up and moving around for a short while, she felt extremely tired, spoke weakly, and even gasped for breath at the end.

Song Shiguang dampened a towel to wipe her hands: "Don't touch them directly with water."

"Thanks."

Yun Chiyi reached out, and her scalding fingertips accidentally touched the back of his hand. She was chilled by his coldness, while he was caught off guard by the heat.

She clenched her fist, pressed it against her pale lips, and coughed uncomfortably. After wiping her hands nonchalantly, she picked up both sides of the sandwich and took a small bite.

Half a minute passed, and she was still chewing, her expression completely unchanged.

This wasn't like her at all, Song Shiguang found it strange, and continued to wait nearby.

"It doesn't taste good?"

Yun Chiyi glanced at her hesitantly: "I can't taste the saltiness."

Oh, I see. I thought it was because the food was so bad that I couldn't speak.

Song Shiguang made her another cup of apple juice: "Your sense of taste isn't as sensitive as usual, but it'll be fine in a couple of days."

Yun Chiyi ate very slowly, casually asking, "What has everyone been doing these past two days?"

Song Shiguang: "Forest hiking, playing games in the living room, just like before."

Yun Chiyi: "Really? There's been no further development? We're a dating reality show, not a rural variety show."

As she spoke, a playful smile appeared on her lips.

She was so unfamiliar. Song Shiguang's expression turned slightly cold as he silently looked at her.

Perhaps the person in front of us who is weak and unable to pretend is the real her?

Yun Chiyi finally bit into the soft-boiled egg. Her eyes lit up, and she flipped the sandwich over to Song Shiguang, saying, "This doneness is perfect. I'd give Brother Song's cooking an eight out of ten."

Song Shiguang couldn't tell which of her words were true or false.

She licked her lips, a thought becoming clearer and clearer, and a cunning glint reappeared in her eyes.

Taking advantage of the relatively long rest time in the dormitory, I'll find a way to cut off some unnecessary things from Tang Yu's perspective.

Yun Chiyi's mood improved, and she smiled and said, "The sandwich is not bad, thank you, Brother Song."

"There's only this much food in the fridge, we can't make anything else." Song Shiguang couldn't understand why she suddenly thanked him; it was definitely not just because of a sandwich.

On the second floor, Lin Qiao and her companion came downstairs after changing into white T-shirts, and the scene that came into view was the two of them chatting and laughing.

He glanced down, then looked away in less than two seconds.

Yun Chiyi deliberately avoided looking at Lin Qiaoyu, sitting upright with her back straight, her eyes brimming with laughter.

Of course, Lin Qiao felt her distance; after all, he had ignored her the moment he entered the room.

With the mindset that revenge should be taken on the spot, Yun Chiyi couldn't wait even half an hour longer.

She ate well and drank all the apple juice, which made her feel a little better, but she was still very sleepy.

She slowly wiped her fingers clean and then leisurely moved her legs, saying, "Brother Song, I'm going upstairs to rest."

Song Shiguang nodded, glancing at her movements out of the corner of his eye.

Yun Chiyi walked slowly up to the third floor without looking to the side. Lin Qiaoyu wouldn't follow her, and she didn't expect him to react that way. There was still plenty of time, so she would play with him slowly.

Just ten minutes after I lay down, Tang Yu returned from the beach.

It was the height of the sun, and her face was flushed red from the sun. She fanned herself with her hand.

Yun Chiyi lay on the bed with a bottle of yogurt on the bedside table, its cold surface covered with a layer of water droplets.

You dare to drink cold drinks when you have a fever!

In her haste, Tang Yu forgot to cool down: "Why are you drinking yogurt!"

Yun Chiyi's shoulders trembled slightly at the sudden rise in her voice, and her eyes instantly filled with a wronged look: "I prepared this for you. I saw Lin Qiaoyu come back covered in sweat, and I thought you must be hot too, but drinking cold drinks directly is not good for your stomach. Warming them up outside will make them much better."

She was on the verge of tears, but tried hard to hold them back.

Tang Yu realized she had been too anxious and came over to explain, "I'm sorry, I got agitated because I was worried about you. Please forgive me."

Yun Chiyi sniffed: "I'm so happy that my sister cares about me."

She sat up to get the yogurt: "Sister, would you like some?"

Tang Yu was soaking wet. She pulled up a stool in the room and sat down instead of sitting directly on Yun Chiyi's bed.

After unscrewing the yogurt lid, Tang Yu was both amused and exasperated by Yun Chiyi's pitiful, longing look. She poured herself a small sip to share.

Yun Chiyi grinned, "Thank you."

She licked the bottle cap like a cat and even ate two cantaloupe pieces.

Did you have fun today?

Tang Yu replied, "It's hot."

Yun Chiyi coughed twice: "I also want to go out and get some sun, but I got tired after sitting in the living room for a while, and it's boring to stay in the room."

She leaned against the bedside table dejectedly: "Sister, I see you brought some books. What are they? Can I borrow them to take a look?"

Tang Yu said bluntly, "It's not a novel."

Yun Chiyi's gaze was firm: "I can read other books too!"

The system sensed something unusual and asked her.

What does the host want to do?

[And guess what I've become? Of course, I'm Tang Yu's confidante!]

To win over Tang Yu, we need to start with her preferences, and Yun Chiyi doesn't mind spending a few days studying this diligently.

Song Shiguang could give her the chance to meet a kindred spirit in a foreign land, and so could she.