There was a calming incense burning in the room, and it was very warm,
It made people sleepy.
Ling Han sat by the bed and looked at Ye Huanyan's sleeping face. For a moment, he felt as if he was dreaming, as if it was an illusion. Back to two years ago, when Ling Dongming and Jiang Meilan had just met with an accident half a year ago.
She was unable to recover from the setback and was in a daze every day. She spent most of her time lying in bed in a daze.
Jiang Meilan's death was a blow to her.
After all, she was her only family in this world.
Aunt Zhang brought the porridge to Ye Huanyan's room. When she saw Ling Han holding Ye Huanyan's hand and sleeping by the bed, her eyes were filled with surprise.
She did not send the porridge and turned around to run back to the Old Madam's room to tell the Old Madam this great news.
One had to know that ever since the Old Madam suggested that the Young Master marry the Young Miss more than half a year ago, the Young Master had been cold to the Young Miss. Every time they met, he would mock her fiercely, giving the Old Madam a headache.
Ye Huanyan was in a daze. When she woke up, her palms were a little wet. With a slight movement, she woke up the person beside her. She slowly opened her eyes.
Their eyes met, and the moment she opened her eyes, she met Ling Han's eyes.
At this moment, he seemed to be still asleep and was a little drowsy.
She was stunned and vaguely felt that she was dreaming.
Ling Han sat up and said coldly, "How long are you going to hold my hand for?"
Her entire body stiffened and she suddenly let go of her hand. Her palms were sweaty.
So it wasn't a dream.
She got up from the bed and shrunk her shoulders. Her long hair draped over her shoulders as she asked in confusion,
"Why are you here?"
Ling Han's eyes moved slightly. He stood up and moved his wrist. He said calmly, "I'm looking for something."
"Looking for something?" Ye Huanyan leaned against the headboard and became more and more puzzled. "Do you have anything in my room?"
Ling Han was silent for two seconds,
"You haven't returned the two books you borrowed from me last time."
Ye Huanyan's expression suddenly tightened,
Those two books? Sex analysis?
Thinking of those two books, the corner of her mouth couldn't help but twitch. "I … those two books … I didn't bring them … Wait, you, you need them urgently?"
After asking the last question, Ye Huanyan really wanted to slap herself in the face. How could that kind of book be urgently needed?
Sure enough, a meaningful look appeared on Ling Han's face as he looked deeply at her.
"Urgent?"
"What I mean is... I..." Ye Huanyan was a little incoherent. After a while, she said, "I'll get it for you when I get back after the Spring Festival."
Ling Han's expression returned to normal.
"I'm going to call Aunt Zhang," he said as he walked towards the door.
Ye Huanyan lowered her head and looked at her palm. It was still warm.
She liked the old mansion. When they were at the old mansion, Ling Han's temper was much more restrained. Even if he still mocked her in front of Grandma, he wouldn't fly into a rage at any time and 'punish' her.
In this place, it seemed that no matter what she did, there would always be a period of time when she could pretend to coexist peacefully with him, deceiving others and herself.
After leaving Ye Huanyan's room, Ling Han went to the gatehouse to call Aunt Zhang, but found that Aunt Zhang and Xiao Qin's room had turned off the lights. All the servants in the old mansion had left, and he couldn't find them at the moment.
He frowned and looked back at Ye Huanyan's room, then turned and walked towards the kitchen.
When Ling Han came back, Ye Huanyan was sitting on the bed taking a nap. When she heard the door open, her whole body trembled and she suddenly woke up. When she saw Ling Han, she was stunned and looked up at the clock on the wall.
It was already past twelve.
A bowl of porridge was placed by the bed. Ling Han looked at her expressionlessly. "Aunt Zhang asked me to bring it over."
Ye Huanyan was slightly stunned. She raised her hand and picked up the bowl of porridge. She took a sip and pursed her lips.
"Not to your taste?"
Ling Han frowned.
Ye Huanyan was stunned and quickly shook her head. "No …"
Seeing her troubled expression, Ling Han frowned and asked, "If you don't like it, just say so. I'll ask Aunt Zhang to make it again."
"No, no …" Ye Huanyan lowered her head and looked at the porridge. "It's a little bland."
Ling Han's face darkened and he said in annoyance,
"Rice porridge, if it's not bland, can it be salty?"
Ye Huanyan shrank her neck and said softly,
"Don't you have pickled radishes?"
Ling Han was slightly stunned. After a while, he glanced at her and said,
"Eat it or leave it."
Not long after, he carried a small stack of pickled radishes and placed it heavily on the bedside table. He said coldly,
"How troublesome."
"Thank you …" Her voice was softer than a mosquito.
Ling Han raised his chin and looked down at her condescendingly. He turned around and walked out of the door.
"Eat it yourself. I still have something to do. I don't have time to be ordered around by you."
Looking at his back, Ye Huanyan's eyes revealed a hint of a smile.
The next morning,
Ye Huanyan had just woken up. She got out of bed and drank water in the room.
Aunt Zhang came to the room to check. When she saw her get out of bed, she walked up to her and touched her forehead.
"Your fever is gone. That's good. Do you want to eat something?"
Ye Huanyan giggled. "I want to eat Aunt Zhang's sesame glutinous rice balls."
"Little greedy cat, you saw the glutinous rice balls in the kitchen yesterday morning, didn't you?"
Aunt Zhang scratched her nose and smiled very lovingly.
"Okay, Aunt Zhang will cook glutinous rice balls for you now. You want to eat six of them. Six of them will be smooth!"
"Then I can't eat eight of them?"
"Of course, that's good. Eight of them will be smooth! But it's better for girls to be smooth. You don't have to be too smooth. " Aunt Zhang smiled and turned around. She took the kettle on the table and was about to go to the kitchen to boil water. When she turned around, she saw the bowl and plate on the bedside table and was slightly stunned.
"Miss, when did this bowl and plate come?"
Ye Huanyan was drinking water. She glanced at it when she heard that.
"Last night. Didn't you ask Ling Han to bring it over?"
Aunt Zhang's eyes deepened a little, and then she smiled happily.
"No wonder, no wonder."
No wonder Xiao Qin asked her if she had cooked porridge last night when she came back from making breakfast.
Ye Huanyan looked confused.
"No wonder what? Aunt Zhang? "
Aunt Zhang cleaned up the dishes and smiled as she walked. "Nothing, nothing. Miss Yan Yan, you haven't completely recovered from your cold. Just stay in the room and don't come out. The glutinous rice balls will be ready soon. I'll get someone to bring them in."
Ye Huanyan nodded in confusion. She didn't understand why Aunt Zhang was grumbling so early in the morning and suddenly smiling.
Ling Han arrived at the dining room on time for breakfast. Before his butt touched the stool, Aunt Zhang stuffed a wooden lunch box into his hand.
"Young Master, Miss Yan Yan's breakfast and yours are here. Please send it to Miss's room. You can eat with her while you're at it."
Ling Han frowned when he heard that.
"Me? I'll send it? Then what are you going to do, Aunt Zhang? "
Old Madam Yang raised her eyebrows and blinked at Aunt Zhang. She coughed dryly.
"Aunt Zhang has to go back to her hometown tonight. Don't you have time to pack? You can just send it to Yan Yan. Do you want me, an old bag of bones, to send food to Yan Yan? "
Aunt Zhang understood and nodded.
"Young Master, I have to pack. Xiao Qin is the only one at home. I have to accompany Old Madam. You must be tired."
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