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

There are still three days until the agreed-upon time to deliver the potion.

During these three days, Lin Yu did not go to town, but instead went back and forth between Arya's house and Bell's house.

Although life is regular, it is also full of fun.

Mornings always begin with Arya's sleepy murmurs.

Like a cat that wasn't fully awake, she snuggled into Lin Yu's arms with her eyes closed.

Her face was pressed against his chest, her arms were wrapped around his waist, and her legs were wrapped around him.

The breath sprayed onto Lin Yu's skin, warm and damp with the scent of someone just waking up.

"Lin Yu..." Arya's voice was soft and nasal.

"Hug me~..."

Lin Yu usually wouldn't refuse; he just thought Arya was cute like that.

Lin Yu tightened his arms around her, holding her even closer, and rested his chin on the top of her head.

I just lay there quietly, listening to the birdsong that gradually rose outside the window and the faint crowing of roosters in the distance.

……

He would lie with her until she had to get up, then pat her back or ruffle her hair.

"Time to get up, you lazybones."

Arya slowly opened her eyes, her gaze still somewhat hazy, her cheeks flushed.

She would get up, put on her nightgown, and run to the kitchen with a satisfied look on her face to prepare breakfast.

Even though my walking posture is still a bit awkward, my legs still feel sore and weak, and I tremble slightly when I take a step.

……

This position allowed her to fully feel his presence—firm and warm.

And his childishness towards her.

Arya never thought it was childish.

She likes Lin Yu like this.

She liked this seemingly calm, strong, and composed man, and the side of him that he occasionally revealed to her, a side that belonged only to her.

This made her feel needed and treated specially.

Arya's heart was brimming with a sweet feeling, like freshly made honey.

She tilted her head slightly, rubbed her cheek against Lin Yu's head, and then raised her other hand to gently touch his hair.

Lin Yu's hair was a bit stiff, but it felt very comfortable to the touch.

Her fingers ran through his hair, the movement gentle and soothing.

"Sweetie, just a little longer, the eggs will be ready to eat soon~~"

Arya's voice was very low, like she was coaxing a child, but the tenderness and doting in it were so strong that it couldn't be dissolved.

Lin Yu gave a muffled "hmm" in the crook of her neck, loosened his grip on her arms a little, but didn't let go.

He held her like that, his chin resting on her shoulder, watching her pick up the knife again, cut the butter into smaller pieces, and sprinkle them into the already heated pan.

...

After dinner, Arya walked up to Lin Yu, looked up at him, her eyes sparkling, yet filled with a hint of reluctance.

"Are you leaving?"

"Okay, go to Miss Bell's place and finish refining the rest of the medicine."

Arya nodded, her fingers gripping the hem of his shirt before letting go.

She tiptoed and quickly kissed Lin Yu on the corner of his mouth, then took a half step back.

Come back soon.

"it is good."

As Lin Yu walked out the door, he could feel Arya's gaze following him until he turned the corner of the village fence and disappeared from sight.

He knew without turning around that she was still standing at the door, her hand on the doorframe, looking in the direction he had left, and would wait quite a while before turning around and going inside.

After closing the door, Arya picked up the small basket containing the fabric and walked briskly toward Aunt Martha's house.

...

Bell's farm always looked vibrant yet slightly messy.

Cows swish their tails in the shed, chickens scratch for food in the yard, and the air is filled with the smells of hay, earth, and livestock.

When Lin Yu pushed open the wooden gate and went inside, Bell was already busy.

Sometimes, while milking, with the wooden bucket at her feet, she would sit on a low stool, her profile appearing neat and tidy in the morning light.

Sometimes, while cleaning the cowshed, he would wield the shovel with great force, and fine beads of sweat would appear on his forehead.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, saw Lin Yu, and pouted as if she was disgusted, but her steps became much more cheerful.

"Oh, the busy man is here?" That's how she always started things off.