Chapter 87: Attempt to Attack
The situation outside finally improved, but Wen Li's body was not in good condition.
He Yan glanced in her direction and saw that she was still keeping to herself, so he walked over to her in confusion.
"Wen Li, are you okay?"
He Yan did not rashly lift up Wen Li's quilt but squatted beside her.
Wen Li was in a daze, but could still hear He Yan's voice.
"fine……"
She squeezed out two words from her hoarse throat.
He Yan frowned.
...What's good about it?
He pulled back the quilt, revealing Wen Li's red cheeks.
Wen Li was fair-skinned, with an unnatural blush on her porcelain-white face. Her eyes were closed, and it was difficult for her to open them.
She looked terribly hot, her hair sticking to her forehead and she was sweating profusely.
He Yan immediately realized something was wrong and put his hand on Wen Li's forehead.
His expression changed slightly.
The thing he was most worried about happened!
Wen Li was infected by him.
He Yan had just come back from outside. His hands were cold and he felt an indescribable chill all over his body.
After Wen Li felt this slight coolness, she felt extremely comfortable and subconsciously leaned towards He Yan, hoping to seek some comfort.
It's like someone in a scorching desert seeing a source of cool water, feeling extremely comfortable.
He Yan felt quite uncomfortable with her actions, so he pulled his hand away and took a step back.
"Wait here for a moment."
He Yan hurriedly said this, turned around, and found the towel hanging on the side.
This is the towel Wen Li used to cool him down yesterday.
He was using it yesterday, but I didn’t expect it would be Wen Li’s turn today.
He Yan pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, wanting to laugh, but couldn't.
He didn't know whether he and Wen Li were lucky or unlucky.
He went outside, gathered a small amount of clean snow, and soaked the towel in it.
He Yan's consciousness had gradually regained yesterday, but Wen Li kept holding him down, telling him to lie down and not move, otherwise he would recover slowly.
He Yan saw and remembered everything Wen Li did for him.
Now that Wen Li is sick, he should take care of her.
The towel that had just been soaked in snow water was too cold, so He Yan did not put it on Wen Li's forehead immediately. Instead, he took it to the firewood and warmed it for a while. When the temperature was suitable, he parted Wen Li's hair and gently placed it on her forehead.
"alright."
Feeling the appropriate coolness on her forehead, Wen Li's expression relaxed a lot.
He Yan did not leave immediately, but stared at her for a while.
Looking closely, Wen Li is indeed very beautiful.
After staying in the tribe for a while, He Yan often heard some males discussing Wen Li.
The most common thing is that she has become more beautiful now.
He Yan had only met Wen Li once or twice and didn't take it seriously.
Now I find that what they said is true.
Even though she was sick, she was still as charming as ever. She was the most beautiful female he had ever seen.
I heard that she already has five beastly husbands, each of whom has good abilities.
But... so many days have passed, and they still haven't found her, which means she's not that powerful.
A mocking arc appeared on He Yan's lips.
"Just lie down for a while, I'll make you something to eat."
He Yan's voice was unusually soft.
After feeling unwell yesterday, Wen Li placed some of the food in the cave, just in case.
Unexpectedly, it came in handy.
He Yan was about to stand up when Wen Li grabbed his arm.
Her fingertips were soft and hot. The moment they touched, it was like fire, spreading across He Yan's arm.
He Yan pulled his hand away as if he had been electrocuted.
Wen Li was stunned and blinked in confusion.
After applying the wet towel, Wen Li felt her head became much clearer.
She could clearly feel He Yan's resistance to her and couldn't help feeling a little aggrieved.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."
Wen Li retracted her fingers awkwardly, her eyelashes drooping.
He Yan pursed his lips: "What do you want to say?"
Wen Li glanced at him quickly, her eyes red, "Thank you."
Her eyes were wet, and her pupils were clearly black and white, and extremely clear.
He Yan clearly caught a hint of grievance in those clear eyes.
But before he could take a closer look, Wen Li had already turned her face away and turned her back.
He Yan felt heavy in his heart.
An indescribable feeling swept over him, and he didn't understand why he suddenly felt this way.
Very unfamiliar.
After staring at her back for a long time, He Yan whispered, "Take a rest."
Wen Li did not respond to him again.
He Yan turned around and went to cook porridge.
His eyes fell on the arm that was touched by Wen Li, and the residual touch still lingered there.
He touched it and suppressed the unnecessary thoughts in his mind.
How strange, He Yan thought.
This was He Yan’s first time cooking porridge and he had no experience.
Wen Li put some rice in the corner. He took it out and started cooking it following her previous steps.
Fortunately, He Yan has a good memory and remembers the basic procedures.
The firewood burns and the aroma of porridge gradually emerges.
He Yan looked outside. The sun had disappeared and the sky had darkened again, brewing a new storm.
"It seems that I can't leave today." He Yan sighed.
If Wen Li hadn't been sick, he might have been able to take her back today.
But looking at the weather, it's going to snow again soon, and given her current condition, it's not suitable for her to run around outside.
I can only stay here and make plans after my condition improves.
The porridge is ready.
He Yan changed Wen Li's towel again and woke her up.
"Did you make porridge for me...Thank you."
Wen Li's voice was deep and hoarse, but much better than before.
She also smelled the fragrance of rice porridge, but she had no appetite now.
"Eat something." He Yan said.
Wen Li smiled weakly at him, "Okay."
She reluctantly sat up and was about to take the rice porridge from He Yan's hand when he said, "I'll feed you."
Wen Li was stunned.
He Yan lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Can you drink by yourself now?"
Wen Li nodded, "Yes."
She had recovered some strength and was not so weak that she couldn't even drink the porridge. She just had a fever and felt dizzy and swollen, and she always wanted to lie in bed to be more comfortable.
While waiting, He Yan handed her the rice porridge.
He Yan didn't respond at all. "I'll feed you."
He scooped up the porridge, blew on it, and then brought it to Wen Li's lips.
The sharp eagle eyes were dark and deep, brewing something that Wen Li could not understand.
"...It's not a good idea." Wen Li shook her head and declined.
She did not forget that He Yan was An Yuan's beastly husband.
It would have been fine if she hadn't recognized him before, but now that she has recognized him, she naturally wants to avoid unnecessary contact.
Wen Li raised her hand slightly, facing He Yan with a slightly evasive attitude.
"Okay." He Yan did not insist.
Wen Li's refusal was so obvious that if he continued to insist it would only make things more awkward between them.
He Yan put the spoon into the bowl and handed it to Wen Li.
Wen Li reached out to take it, but didn't hold it firmly.
He Yan put it down too quickly and she grabbed it too slowly, so the rice porridge spilled over and all over Wen Li's clothes.
Fortunately, the porridge had already cooled down for the most part, and there was a layer of cloth between them, so Wen Li was not burned.
But the feeling of sticky porridge falling on your body is not pleasant, and it makes you feel sick just by looking at it.
"Take off your clothes."
He Yan remained calm and took away the overturned wooden bowl and put it aside.
"Feel sorry."
Wen Li looked at him awkwardly.
"fine."
It was a coat that was stained. Wen Li took it off carefully. He Yan gathered it up and took it outside to help her clean it.
Without a coat, the coldness hit Wen Li, so she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.
Looking at He Yan's busy back, Wen Li felt a little complicated.
From this point of view, He Yan is undoubtedly a good survival partner.
He rarely lost control of his emotions. Even when he was about to die, he would calmly utter terrible words.
Wen Li sometimes envies people like this.
Because they look reliable.
He's the complete opposite of her.
Come to think of it, He Yan is a pretty good person.
Although the time she spent with He Yan was short, she could not find any faults in him.
If I have to point out the only shortcoming, it is that he looks a bit fierce and seems difficult to mess with.
But handsome is also very handsome!
That angular face, that high nose bridge, those slightly thick but extremely sexy lips...hiss, in the original world, his conditions are even better than those of the top male models.
Oh, there's one more.
This is a fatal flaw - he is An Yuan's beastly husband.
Thinking of this, Wen Li felt disgusted.
If He Yan wasn't like that, she would really like to try to conquer him.
Wen Li sighed.
This is her old habit, she falls in love with everyone she meets.
Before she came here, she often did this when playing games.
Whenever there is a character in the game that looks like her, whether it is the protagonist or the supporting role... or even a passerby, Wen Li wants to get them.
She is indeed a fickle woman.
"What are you thinking about?" He Yan came to her without knowing when.
Before Wen Li could answer, He Yan placed his palm on her forehead and felt it slightly, then frowned.
"Your face is so red... As expected, it's burning again."
Wen Li rubbed her face and tucked it into the quilt, leaving only a pair of round eyes exposed.
"Where are my clothes?" she changed the subject.
"I cleaned your clothes for you, but you can't wear them right now. But you can wear them if you insist, as long as you don't mind."
"Then forget it."
"Um."
He Yan poured her another bowl of porridge and said, "Eat it."
Wen Li stretched out her hand from under the quilt and caught it very steadily this time.
But she couldn't eat with the covers on her, as they slipped off her body and the cold air began to seep into her skin.
Wen Li's teeth chattered uncontrollably.
There is a warmth in the body and chill on the skin, like a world of ice and fire.
He Yan couldn't bear it any longer and held up Wen Li's bowl:
"Me?"
Wen Li shook her head stubbornly, "Please help me get it."
She remembered that there was a winter coat in the space, and she would feel better after putting it on.
Thinking of this, Wen Li felt around in the space, but didn't find what he wanted.
After thinking hard, I realized that all my things were hanging out at home.
The clothes she was wearing were originally her spare winter clothes, as her previous warmest clothes were torn to pieces by stray animals.
This is the only one left, and only this one.
Wen Li's expression instantly fell.
He Yan noticed the subtle changes and asked, "What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Wen Li took the wooden bowl again, took a few bites with difficulty, felt cold and had no appetite, and put the wooden bowl down.
There was still most of the rice porridge left in the shallow bowl.
He Yan quietly put it away for her, and after watching her lie back down, he whispered, "Isn't what I cooked delicious?"
"No, it's quite delicious." Wen Li praised politely.
This was He Yan’s first time cooking porridge. The taste was just average, just like ordinary white porridge. No seasoning was added, so it was very bland.
He Yan felt that Wen Li was just trying to fool him, so he didn't respond.
"Rest, I'll keep you company."
"good."
Wen Li wrapped herself up and fell asleep in a daze.
He Yan did fulfill his promise and did not leave, but stayed by her side.
He changed her towel every once in a while, and went back and forth like this without showing any impatience at all.
This continued until the afternoon, when the wind and snow once again ravaged the entire continent.
"Wen Li..."
Wen Li was awakened by He Yan again.
Before I opened my eyes, I smelled a familiar scent.
She had smelled this smell not long ago.
It smells like flaming grass.
"I made this for you, drink some before you go to sleep."
He Yan's voice was exceptionally gentle.
Wen Li thought she was dreaming.
She opened her eyes blankly, and a handsome face appeared in front of her.
Wen Li blinked hard, and her mind finally became much clearer.
He Yan came to her with a cup of Flame Grass Soup, and the hot steam warmed Wen Li's cheeks.
He Yan brought it to her lips.
Wen Li's mind was much clearer by now. Instead of drinking it directly, he sat up and held the glass himself.
"Thanks."
Wen Li drank the Flame Grass Soup in small sips and felt her body getting even hotter.
She drank half of it and handed the bowl to He Yan, "Alright."
He Yan took it silently.
Putting it aside, he suddenly said, "Wen Li, you seem..."
"Hmm?" Wen Li looked at him puzzledly.
He Yan was considering what words to use.
After thinking for a while, he still couldn't think of a good adjective, so he said lightly: "It's okay."
Wen Li was hung up and down by him, and her sleepiness disappeared a lot.
"Just say what you want to say." Wen Li said.
He Yan supported his chin with one hand, stared at her and said slowly: "You seem to be afraid of me?"
"No." Wen Li retorted subconsciously.
She was not afraid of He Yan, even though he looked a little fierce.
"Is that so?" He Yan thought thoughtfully.
If she wasn't afraid of him, why did she always resist him?
He Yan didn't understand this.
Wen Li's resistance to him was too obvious. When did it start?
Thinking about it carefully, He Yan remembered that it was probably when he came back from outside that the effect of the medicine wore off.
Why?
The only reason He Yan could think of was that Wen Li thought he looked too scary.
It scared her.
Otherwise, it is hard to explain why Wen Li would be so resistant.
Her behavior made He Yan feel a little hurt.
When he was a child, He Yan was often excluded because of this face. Wen Li's behavior at this moment reminded him of his childhood.
never mind.
He Yan was too lazy to think about it anymore and looked at the situation outside.
Wen Li thought He Yan would say something else, but in fact, he didn't.
She watched him leave, her heart sinking inexplicably.
She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she seemed to see a hint of hurt in He Yan's eyes.
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