Chapter Seventy Warmth

  The next day, when the sunlight filtered through the window curtains and shone lazily into the spacious room, the person on the couch woke up...

  He stretched out his hand, pinched the temples of his forehead, and pulled down the towel covering his forehead. He thought to himself: This wind is getting more and more gentle! But then he changed his mind, no way! Because he caught a whiff of a familiar scent, which didn't belong to Yuwen Feng.

  She got up and saw a cat-like girl, with her head tilted on her hands, curled up beside his bed. The morning light shrouded around her, soft and warm.

  It's really a lack of danger awareness, Yan Yi helplessly shook his head! He stretched out his hand and gently stroked the flawless face. Slowly leaned in close, afraid of startling the person still dreaming. In his heart, he sighed: I wish you could always be so innocent!

  As if she had sensed harassment, Meng'er opened her eyes, blinking with long eyelashes, and stared at Yan like this, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to react, forgetting time...

  "My girl, you're awake..." At the same time, his lips gently covered Dream's eyes, forcing her to close them again.

  Feeling the shadow in front of her leave, Meng Er quickly buried her face in her arms. Her face continued to radiate heat, causing her cheeks to become as red and shiny as if she had applied rouge! Meng Er thought that this person was not cute at all when he wasn't drunk.

  Last night, although he was drunk, his self-control was still good. He quietly let her put him into a taxi and clearly told her where to go back, what the password of their home was, making Meng'er wonder if he wasn't drunk after all. However, thinking about Yuwen Feng's words and looking at him reeking of alcohol, leaning tiredly on her, she couldn't help but soften her heart and didn't disturb him anymore.

  Then, open the door and enter his house, deeply frozen by a series of cold color decoration styles. However, fortunately simple, one eye can see his bedroom, because it is connected with the living room kitchen, just know where his bed is at the door!

  Move him over, put it well, turn around, but was held by his hand. "Don't go..." Meng Er turned to look at him, but the person with closed eyes had no signs of waking up.

  Then, she lowered her body and spoke to him in a soothing tone, as if coaxing a child: "I'm not leaving! Let go of my hand, I'll get you a towel to wipe your face!"

  This time, his hand relaxed. Meng'er helped him wipe his face and put a towel on his forehead. He watched as he fell asleep with even breathing. As she looked at him, she couldn't hold back her own sleepiness and went to meet Lord Zhou.

  Yan Yi looked at Meng Er's distracted expression and scratched her nose, asking: "What are you thinking about?"

  "I was wondering if you were pretending to be drunk last night?" Meng'er didn't realize she was talking to Yan and directly spoke out what was on her mind.

  "Hmm!!" Yan's single word, which should have been a question but was instead a statement, was overbearing and intimidating, causing Meng Er to immediately come back to her senses.

  "Ah, no, I mean, have you sobered up? Is your hangover better?" Meng'er quickly changed the subject.

  "Hmm, I've got a headache!" Yan Yi said, and then proceeded to massage his temples in a very realistic manner, giving the impression that he was indeed in quite some discomfort.

  "Ah, is that so? Then I'll go make you some hangover soup!" Meng'er hastily got up. However, due to maintaining a posture for too long, her hands and feet had gone numb, causing her entire body to fall backwards onto the bed.

  She didn't feel the pain of the collision, and in her heart, she secretly applauded herself for finally learning to avoid harm. This time, she fell towards the bed instead of the ground.

  "Hmm, your current expression, can I understand it as you enjoying the comfort my bed has brought to you? Or should I understand it as, you want to share a pillow with me?" A playful voice came from above Meng Ya, heavens, how could she be so careless and spaced out.

  She got up and rushed towards the kitchen, saying "I'll make you a hangover soup..."

  Meng'er thought that someone like Yan Yi would either use his refrigerator for decoration or to store instant noodles and other fast food. But when she opened it, her views were changed. Inside the fridge were fresh vegetables, fruits, and meat, except for purified water and milk, not a single alcoholic beverage was in sight. This was simply the style of a typical good man's home life.

  Yan Yi looked at the girl standing in front of the refrigerator, observing it, and he guessed that she definitely couldn't cook. As expected, a few seconds later...

  "Yan Yi, I don't know how to make a hangover soup!" Meng Er looked at the ingredients and got a headache, so she had to ask for help in a low voice.

  "Here, take it! Just make some breakfast according to the recipe on it. No need to make a hangover soup!" Yan threw a paper at Meng Er and turned into the adjacent bathroom.

  For some things, it really is about innate talent. Like Mengmeng had never made these breakfast dishes before and hadn't used those kitchen appliances either. But she looked at the instructions and managed to make a not-too-shabby breakfast in her panic.

  Yan Yizhong came out of the bathroom and saw Meng'er holding a pot in one hand and a spoon in the other, carefully placing the not-so-appetizing steamed egg into a dish, where several slices of toasted mantou were already placed. Then, she turned around and poured milk into a cup. After finishing all this, she looked up and saw him standing there watching her, giving him a warm smile. At that moment, he thought of Liu Xiang's poem: "Ten fingers not stained with spring water, now come to make soup for you."

  "It's ready to eat!" Meng'er presented the dish with a flourish, placing it on the dinner table and looking at him expectantly as he walked over, sat down, and gave his evaluation. However, the person sitting across from her looked at the golden-yellow, almost dark-colored, square-shaped pancake that was charred to near-blackness, and only picked up the milk beside it, calmly and composedly taking a sip, then fell silent.

  "Aren't you going to eat?" Meng'er asked expectantly.

  "Where's yours?"

  "I haven't washed up yet, wait till I get home and eat!"

  The person opposite him no longer made a sound, then with difficulty picked up the fork beside him, stirred it around, and picked up a small piece of omelette. Under Meng's expectant gaze, he slowly put it in his mouth. Just as he was struggling to swallow the food, the doorbell rang.

  "I'll go open the door, you continue eating!" Meng'er turned to open the door, but she didn't see the person behind her stretching their head into the trash can. Even if she had seen it, she wouldn't have had time to pay attention, because she saw a person holding a big bag of fresh ingredients at the door, and her thoughts were already stuck in her own little world.

  The person at the door didn't seem surprised by Meng Er's appearance and walked in directly. "Wang, I'll bring over the ingredients and help you clean up some of the food that's about to expire."

  "What are you eating?" She pointed at the thing on top, her smile unchanged, only her tone slightly surprised.

  "Oh, breakfast!"

  "Can you eat it?" Then Meng'er heard her giggle and continued, "I'll redo it for you!"

  "Oh..."

  Then, the only sound left in the house was the clinking of pots and pans. They seemed to have forgotten that Meng still stood at the door. Meng listened as they chatted with each other like a couple who had been married for many years, making her feel like everything she had done before was just a joke. She thought to herself, "Am I crazy?" Running out in the middle of the night to find him, sleeping on the edge of the bed all night, and waking up early to make breakfast for him with great enthusiasm.

  Raise your head, squinting, looking towards the somewhat dazzling sun...