Night fell like a perfectly tailored piece of black silk, gently and quietly covering the entire shelter, draping this small world in a veil of mystery.

After a long day of work, Lu Fan and An Lan, like two weary birds returning to their nest, lazily lay on the familiar and warm kang (heated brick bed).

The warm kang (heated brick bed) is like a pair of gentle yet strong hands, gently rubbing away their fatigue, bringing a sense of comfort and peace of mind.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning seemed to strike Lu Fan's mind.

He suddenly remembered An Lan mentioning that he talked in his sleep, and his curiosity was instantly piqued, as if being tickled by an invisible little hand.

He gently turned over, facing An Lan, and asked with a hint of trepidation and curiosity, "An Lan, do I talk in my sleep every night?"

An Lan, who had been comfortably closing her eyes, immersed in this moment of peace and relaxation, slowly opened her eyes upon hearing these words.

A mischievous smile unconsciously crept onto her lips as she deliberately dragged out her words: "Um... I say it occasionally."

Upon hearing this, Lu Fan's curiosity grew even stronger, and he pressed on, "So what should I say? Tell me quickly."

An Lan's eyes darted around, and she deliberately kept everyone in suspense.

She lightly tapped her chin with her finger, tilted her head slightly, and pretended to be deep in thought.

After a while, she couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons and her dimples appearing and disappearing: "I remember one night, we were sleeping soundly..."

As she spoke, An Lan exaggeratedly gestured, her arm suddenly reaching into the air. "Suddenly, you raised your arm like that, which startled me! Before I could even catch my breath, you started shouting 'Tata-ka, ta-ka,' your voice was like that of a soldier charging into battle, it was so loud that it was hard for me not to wake up!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Fan felt his face flush as if it had been set on fire, turning red from his ears to his cheeks. He felt extremely embarrassed and wished he could disappear into the ground.

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"I don't know, he was shouting something like 'tata tata tata' and he charged at me."

"Oh my god, it's so embarrassing to be caught saying cringey lines, even in a dream."

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Lu Fan covered his face with his hands in embarrassment, muttering, "No way... how could this happen? Why would I say that?"

However, he still tried to remain calm, cleared his throat, and asked in a deliberately composed manner, "Is there anything else? Don't try to hide anything from me."

An Lan finally stopped laughing, sat up, and recalled in a serious tone: "There was another time, just last time, when you said you were about to marry your fiancée and couldn't go out drinking anymore... As for the rest, I haven't heard anything else yet."

Upon hearing this, Lu Fan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thankfully he hadn't revealed any earth-shattering secrets.

He patted his chest, feigning nonchalance, and joked, "Looks like my dreams are pretty vivid; they could fill a whole play. Maybe one day I'll even dream of commanding an army and saving the world!"

An Lan couldn't help but laugh again, her eyes sparkling, and said, "You never know, maybe one day you'll actually become a great hero in your dreams."

The two chatted back and forth, their laughter echoing in the quiet night, carrying far and wide, adding warmth and joy to the stillness.

The next day, the morning sunlight, like a mischievous child, sneaked in through the cracks in the window, merrily scattering golden spots of light across the kang (a heated brick bed), as if urging the two to get up.

Lu Fan and An Lan were so engrossed in their conversation last night that they slept until the sun was high in the sky.

The aftereffects of the underwater escape and boating finally became apparent at this point.

Thanks to his decent physical condition, Lu Fan was able to barely endure the soreness all over his body.

With each movement, the muscles tense up slightly, like a sulking child, as if protesting against excessive fatigue.

But Anlan was just an ordinary girl, and her body was already aching unbearably. It felt like being gently pricked by countless tiny needles, and she felt uncomfortable all over.

Even a simple action like turning over has become incredibly difficult, requiring a great deal of effort for each movement.

Lu Fan slowly climbed up from the kang (a heated brick bed), moving very carefully, afraid of accidentally aggravating any sore muscles.

After stretching his stiff, wooden-like body briefly, he tiptoed to the stove to cook noodles.

The stove fire crackled and popped, the blazing flames leaping merrily, illuminating his face and adding a touch of warmth to the slightly chilly morning.

Soon, the steaming noodles were ready, and a rich aroma filled the entire room.

Lu Fan carried a bowl of noodles and walked briskly to An Lan's bedside. With a gentle smile on his face, he said softly, "Come on, have some noodles. After you finish eating, I'll take you to the hot springs to relax."

The tone was like that of someone coaxing a beloved child.

An Lan weakly propped herself up and leaned against the headboard.

Watching Lu Fan feed her noodles spoonful by spoonful, she felt a warm glow in her heart, and the soreness seemed to lessen somewhat.

She ate the noodles from Lu Fan's hand, bite by bite, savoring each mouthful with great satisfaction.

After finishing their meal, Lu Fan helped An Lan slowly walk to the edge of the shed.

Lightning had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and when it saw its master coming, it excitedly pawed at the ground.

It would occasionally let out cheerful hissing sounds, as if expressing its longing for its owner.

Lu Fan carefully helped An Lan mount the Lightning, his movements so gentle that he was afraid of hurting her.

"Wait a minute, I have some medicinal herbs by the kang (heated brick bed), take them with you."

An Lan suddenly remembered something and turned to Lu Fan.

Lu Fan hurriedly returned to his room, took out the fresh medicinal herbs, and asked curiously as he mounted his horse, "What are these? They look ordinary."

An Lan smiled and patiently explained, "These are herbs I picked from the ground last night. They are specifically for treating muscle strains. Crush them and apply them to your body to effectively relieve muscle soreness."

Along the way, lightning moved incredibly fast, as if racing against the wind.

Lu Fan wrapped his arms around An Lan's waist and firmly grasped the reins made of animal hide from the front.

A gentle breeze swept by, ruffling their hair and bringing a touch of coolness, which also dispelled some of their fatigue.

Soon, they arrived at the mountaintop hot spring.

Before we even reached the hot spring, we could hear a lively chattering sound.

It turned out that a group of golden monkeys were also here. They were jumping and leaping in the trees near the hot spring, like a group of lively little actors putting on a wonderful stage play.

Lu Fan guessed that their nest must be nearby.

The monkeys were overjoyed to see the two people and excitedly surrounded them like a group of enthusiastic fans.

Some jumped and hopped around them, while others chattered excitedly, as if warmly welcoming their arrival.