Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

When Lin Yu carried Arya and pushed open the door, it was still raining.

It wasn't much warmer inside than outside; the fire in the stove had long since gone out, and the air was chilly.

Lin Yu used one hand to close the door, carried Arya into her room, and placed her on the bed.

Arya's dress was soaked through, the fabric clinging tightly to her body, every undulation clearly visible.

She was curled up on the bed, her lips were pale, but her cheeks were flushed, and raindrops still clung to her eyelashes.

"Cold..." she murmured softly, as if she were squeezing it out from her throat.

Lin Yu turned and went out, rummaged through the kitchen stove and found a few pieces of dry firewood, stuffing them into the living room heater.

It took seven or eight strikes of the flint to light it, and the flames leaped up, spreading an orange-red light throughout the room.

He filled a basin with warm water and carried it back to Arya's room.

Arya remained in the same position, huddled on the bed, trembling.

Her soaked skirt clung to her legs; the fabric was semi-transparent, revealing her skin underneath.

Lin Yu placed the basin of water beside the bed and squatted down.

"Arya, you need to change your wet clothes."

Arya opened her eyes and glanced at him, her gaze somewhat unfocused. She nodded, then shook her head, muttering something that was difficult to understand.

Lin Yu didn't ask her any more questions.

He reached his hand down to her collar and unbuttoned the first button.

Arya's body stiffened for a moment, but she did not dodge.

The second one, the third one.

The front of the shirt was parted to the sides, revealing a soaking wet petticoat underneath.

The petticoat clung to her skin, and the fair skin below her collarbone at the neckline glistened with moisture, rising and falling gently with her breath.

Lin Yu pulled the outer robe down from her shoulders, and Arya cooperated by slightly raising her body, the fabric making a rustling sound as it was peeled off her body.

The outer robe was taken off, leaving only the petticoat.

The petticoat was very thin and became almost transparent when wet.

Lin Yu could see the curves of her waist.

The petticoat had a low neckline, revealing glimpses of her cleavage, and a faint red mark was left by the fabric edge.

His fingers hooked onto the shoulder strap of the petticoat and pulled it down.

The shoulder strap slipped off her shoulder, and the petticoat sagged down her body.

Arya instinctively reached out to block the attack, but her arm was too weak and just hung there limply.

Her petticoat slipped down to her waist, leaving her upper body in only a light-colored undershirt.

The bandage was soaked with water, clinging tightly to the skin and outlining the shape of the breasts.

Full and rounded, the groove in the middle appears even deeper due to the compression of the fabric.

Lin Yu paused for a moment, then continued.

The clasp was on her back. He made her turn slightly to the side and unfastened it.

The bandage loosened and slipped off.

Arya's body was fully exposed to the light from the fireplace.

Her skin was fair and delicate, and the area below her collarbone had a dewy sheen.

Arya's eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled, and a blush spread from her cheeks to her neck and ears.

Lin Yu didn't look at it much, and took out a dry cotton slip and a thin jacket from the closet.

He first used a dry towel to wipe the water off her body, starting from her shoulders, then wiping her collarbone and arms.

When he wiped the breasts, Lin Yu could clearly feel their full, soft contours and the sensitive protrusion at the tip through the towel.

Arya's body tensed slightly, her breathing quickened a little, and her pale cheeks flushed a deeper red, whether from fever or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

But she kept her eyes closed and didn't flinch, though her eyelashes trembled violently.

After wiping her upper body, Lin Yu put the dry shirt on Arya, the fabric covering her breasts.

Then came the lower body.

Arya's skirt was soaked and stuck to her thighs.

Lin Yu slipped his hand inside her waist, hooked it around the waistband, and pulled it down.

When the skirt came off, her legs, covered in wet underpants, were revealed.

Her underwear was also wet, clinging to her skin and outlining the lines of her thighs and the curves of her hips.

He also took off his underpants.

Two bare legs were exposed, their skin so white it seemed to glow, the skin on their thighs delicate and soft, gleaming with a warm luster under the light.

Unlike Bell, Arya is more impulsive, but she has a unique charm.

Arya's legs are neither too thick nor too thin, with smooth lines in her calves, full and firm thighs, and small, rounded kneecaps.

Her toes were curled, and her toenails were neatly trimmed.

Lin Yu dried her legs with a dry towel, from her thighs to her ankles.

When the rubbed against her inner thigh, Arya's legs instinctively clenched together, then slowly relaxed.

I put on the underpants and changed into the skirt.

Lin Yu piled the wet clothes aside and touched her hand.

It's cold.

He touched her feet again; they were cold too.

Arya's ankle was still swollen and red, but Lin Yu didn't have time to go to Bell's place to brew another healing potion right now, so he could only wait.

However, after this incident, Lin Yu also plans to get another set of equipment and place it with Arya.

Without much thought, Lin Yu lifted a corner of the blanket and stuffed Arya's cold little feet directly into his arms, pressing them against his warm, fierce chest, which was only covered by a thin undershirt.

He rubbed the back of her feet and massaged her toes to get the blood circulating.

"Ugh!" Arya suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Lin Yu in disbelief.

The warmth of his solid, muscular chest emanated from the soles of my feet, along with his steady, powerful heartbeat, clearly audible through the thin fabric of my clothes.

The heat instantly surged from the soles of her feet throughout her entire body, making her feel like she was on fire.

"Please don't move, Miss Arya, let me warm you up." Lin Yu's voice was calm as he pressed down on her foot, which she was trying to pull back.

Arya stopped moving.

She looked at Lin Yu's calm profile and felt the scalding warmth emanating from the soles of her feet.

That warm current seemed to flow along my blood vessels, soothing my cold heart and then my sore eyes.

She closed her eyes again, burying half her face in the pillow, with only her bright red ear tips sticking out.

The other foot was also done in the same way and stuffed into his arms.

Lin Yu sat on the edge of the bed, holding Arya's cold little feet in his arms, and gently patting her back through the blanket with one hand.

The fire crackled and popped, and the room gradually warmed up.

Arya's trembling gradually subsided, and her breathing became long and even.

But her body temperature was still very high, and her forehead was burning hot.

"Cold... still cold..." She writhed restlessly in her sleep, unconsciously moving closer to the heat source.

Lin Yu looked down at the two little feet in his arms that had warmed up, and then at Arya's flushed face.

He then got up, went to the kitchen, poured a glass of warm water, helped Arya sit up, and fed her a few sips.

After lying down again, Arya was still muttering that she was cold, and her body instinctively curled up, searching for warmth.

Lin Yu stood by the bed and looked at her for a few seconds before making a decision.

He took off his equally damp outer robe and inner garment, leaving only his trousers, lifted the quilt, and lay down.

The bed was already warm because of Arya's high fever.

As soon as Lin Yu lay down, a hot and soft body automatically pressed against him.

Arya seemed to instinctively seek out the warmest place, snuggling into his arms, her arms unconsciously encircling his waist, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her hot breath spraying onto his skin.

Seeing this, Lin Yu did not hesitate.

He turned sideways, slipped his arm under Arya's neck, and pulled her into his arms.

He covered her hand, which was placed in front of the murderous man, with his other hand, and interlocked his fingers.