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

"Take it if you like it," Arya said softly. "It's not anything valuable anyway."

"real?"

"Hmm." Arya nodded. "But I've already used that one, it's a bit dirty... How about I get you a new one? I have a few folded ones left."

"No need to change," Lin Yu shook his head. "This one is fine."

Hearing this, Arya's ears turned red again.

She didn't understand why Lin Yu was so certain that she had used the same one.

It wasn't new; it had been used. Her hands were sweaty, and she had rubbed it against her skin. Her body odor still lingered on it.

Lin Yu didn't want the new one, he insisted on that one...

Could it be because it has her scent on it?

Thinking of this, Arya lowered her head and stirred the soup in the bowl with a spoon.

He quickly shook his head inwardly.

Don't overthink it. She just wants to keep a memento; it has nothing to do with who used it. She's thirty years old, a peasant woman with a dilapidated house. Where does she get the audacity to be sentimental?

Mr. Lin Yu is so young and handsome; how could such a dashing gentleman possibly be interested in a country woman like her?

Thinking of this, Arya blushed and cursed herself for being shameless. As an "elder," she was acting like a little girl, indulging in wild thoughts.

"Well... whatever you want." Arya picked up the bowl and drank the rest of the soup in one gulp.

He then stood up and said, "Are you full? I'll go wash the dishes."

"I'll help." Lin Yu smiled slightly.

"No need, no need, you can just sit down." Arya quickly waved her hand, "You're a guest, there's no reason for a guest to wash the dishes."

Lin Yu had already stood up, picked up two empty bowls, and walked towards the kitchen.

"Really, it's not necessary..." Arya followed behind him, her voice a little urgent.

"You cook, I'll wash the dishes, that's fair." Lin Yu said without turning his head.

"Besides, we'll be living here from now on, so we can't let you do all the work by yourself."

Arya stood at the kitchen doorway, watching Lin Yu bend down and put the bowl into the basin, unsure of what to say.

A small oil lamp was lit next to the stove, casting a dim light.

Lin Yu rolled up his sleeves, revealing his forearms. His fingers were long with distinct knuckles, and the way he held the rim of the bowl made it seem like he was doing something delicate.

"Then you go ahead and wash," Arya said, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. "I'll stand here with you."

Arya felt her words were a bit ambiguous after she finished speaking, but it was too late to take them back. She could only pretend to be nonchalant and turn her head to look at the dried flowers hanging on the wall.

The kitchen fell silent, save for the sounds of running water and the clinking of dishes.

Lin Yu washed the dishes quickly and efficiently, clearly not for the first time.

Arya looked at his profile, the firelight casting a play of light and shadow on his face.

She suddenly felt a little dazed and unaccustomed to the presence of a man in her home.

But for some reason... this feeling is actually quite nice.

Lin Yu, in particular, is very good-looking and young.

With a quick glance, Arya noticed the muscles that Lin Yu inadvertently revealed when his clothes were taut.

Arya hadn't paid much attention before, but she didn't expect Lin Yu to be so strong, and strong men are in high demand in the village.

"With Mr. Lin Yu's abilities, he'll probably be able to settle down here soon," Arya murmured.

After leaning against the door frame for a few more seconds, Arya still felt embarrassed.

Lin Yu was a guest, and on her first day of staying, she made others wash the dishes, while she, as the host, just stood by and watched.

That's a bit unreasonable.

"Never mind, let's wash together, it'll be faster if there are two of us." She walked into the kitchen and reached for the dishcloth next to the stove.

The kitchen wasn't big to begin with, and it felt cramped when two people stood inside.

With a stove, a basin, a dish rack, and firewood piled in the corner, there was barely enough room to turn around.

Lin Yu stood in front of the basin of water. Arya squeezed past him, her arm brushing against his back and her waist grazing his elbow.

"Sorry..." she whispered, shifting her body to the side and moving further in.

There's even less room to stand inside.

She thought of moving a little further in so that Lin Yu could have a spot on the outside.

After all, he's tall, so it's harder for him to move around in narrow spaces.

After moving inside, they realized they were trapped.

To the left is the stove, to the right is a wall piled with firewood, and behind them is Lin Yu.

When she tried to turn around, her shoulder was almost touching his back, and if she wasn't careful, her butt might even bump into Lin Yu.

Arya was also at a loss. She often worried that her buttocks were too perky, and that her large breasts also affected her farm work.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, she usually wears loose-fitting clothes.

She was now about a fist's distance from Lin Yu, and could smell the pleasant soap scent on his clothes, as well as his natural aura.

It wasn't the smell of sweat, but a clean, warm scent, like a cotton quilt that had been sun-dried.

Arya was starting to regret it.

How did you get in here? Why didn't you just wait outside openly?

Now it's all very difficult to go out, and standing here is in the way.

Lin Yu didn't say anything and continued washing his dishes.

The water was rushing as he bent down to reach the bowl at the bottom of the pool. As he pulled his arm back, his elbow lightly touched Arya's waist.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Lin Yu turned his head and glanced at her.

"It's alright, it's alright." Arya took half a step back, her back pressed against the cold wall.

There was no way to retreat.

She simply picked up a rag, scooped a washed bowl out of the basin, and started wiping it.

My hands are busy, and I'm busy too, so at least I won't look like an idiot standing there in a daze.

The two were very close; when she wiped the dishes, her arm would touch Lin Yu's arm.

His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, revealing skin tanned from the sun, with the veins on his forearms faintly visible.

Each time Arya's fingers were touched, they would slightly recoil, as if they had been burned by something.

Her heart was racing, and her face was flushed.

My mind went blank, and I couldn't even remember which bowl I was wiping. I just felt the rim of the bowl spinning around in my hand, and my hand kept repeating the same action.

She wanted to leave.

But behind her was a wall, and on either side were stoves and piles of firewood; the only exit was blocked by Lin Yu.

Lin Yu was still washing the dishes with his head down, looking very focused, and showed no intention of moving aside.

She was too embarrassed to say, "Could you move me out?"

That would be too deliberate, as if she were trying to avoid him.

She didn't intend to avoid Lin Yu, she just...

Arya couldn't quite explain what she was thinking.

So he could only stand there, mechanically wiping the bowl, his ears burning red, and he even had to hold his breath, afraid that if he was too loud, Lin Yu would hear him.

But what Arya didn't know was that, from an angle she couldn't see, Lin Yu's lips curled up slightly.

He didn't turn around, but he could sense the woman's embarrassment beside him.

Her breathing was light and shallow, and occasionally a few strands of her hair brushed against his arm, tickling him.

Just then, Lin Yu bent down to reach the bowl in the corner, tilting his body slightly to the side.

As he shifted his weight, the outside of his hip rubbed against Arya's buttocks.