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Meng Wantang had this feeling vaguely in her heart.

She had guessed it when she met Lu Qingye's eyes.

"I might just be too tired, so I slept a little longer, don't worry."

Meng Wantang raised her hand and touched Lu Qingye's thin cheek with heartache.

I don’t know how many days she was in a coma this time, but Lu Qingye seemed to have lost seven or eight kilograms in an instant.

The originally angular facial features look deeper, more three-dimensional, and sharper.

"How many days did I sleep this time before I woke up?"

Meng Wantang asked him with a smile, not seeming to be worried about her health at all.

"Three days."

Meng Wantang frowned slightly. This time she was in a coma for three days.

"Sorry, I scared you."

Meng Wantang hooked her hands around his neck, and without much force, Lu Qingye lowered his head.

The tips of their noses touched.

Meng Wantang raised her lips and touched his lips gently: "I messed up everything. Everyone was exhausted after a day of work and didn't even have dinner. These past few days, we were all worried and frightened together. I..."

"They're having dinner."

Lu Qingye was reluctant to part with her, and also reluctant to let her say so many words.

He saw the confusion in her eyes, stood up and said, "I know you really want to know what happened in the past two days, but don't worry, I'll go get you a glass of water. Wait a moment."

Meng Wantang looked at his back. Although only a few days had passed, she felt that Lu Qingye had lost a lot of weight this time.

She had health problems.

Meng Wantang didn’t know if it was because she was transmigrated into a book, or if this body was not her own, so some side effects would appear?

She clearly felt that she belonged to this world and could never go back to her original world, but she didn't understand why she kept falling into coma again and again.

This obviously shouldn't be the case.

But this happened.

Lu Qingye came back soon. Meng Wantang saw him pushing the door in and subconsciously smiled.

Meng Wantang intuitively felt that Lu Qingye's abnormal behavior was related to her coma.

After all, Lu Qingye looked even more terrifying last time.

She thought Lu Qingye was fine during this period of time. Unexpectedly, Lu Qingye was still not well.

"Drink some water first."

"Ah."

Lu Qingye sat on the edge of the bed, let Meng Wantang lean on his arms, and slowly fed her water.

After drinking half a glass of water, Meng Wantang felt a little stronger, but she found that she didn't seem hungry at all. She looked down at the back of her hand, which still had needle marks on it.

"Can you tell me what happened in the past two days?" Meng Wantang didn't want to remain silent. She wanted to talk about some other topics to distract Lu Qingye's attention.

Lu Qingye said, "You were sleeping soundly at the time. They worked downstairs for an entire afternoon and finally stuffed all the meat in. Then they steamed it in a pot, and they steamed it for four pots. Everyone tasted one and took the rest back and put them in the refrigerator."

"With so many, can your refrigerator hold them all?" Meng Wantang couldn't help but ask with a smile.

Lu Qingye was strangely silent for a moment, then said, "Our refrigerator is also full."

Meng Wantang: "..."

These people are really good.

"Although you didn't wake up, the chef you asked to meet up with arrived. The chef prepared a big meal, and I came up to call you to eat. But I realized that you seemed to be the same as before, and I couldn't wake you up no matter what I did."

When Lu Qingye said this, his arms tightened unconsciously.

Meng Wantang suddenly regretted that she shouldn't have asked about this matter. She was forcing Lu Qingye to remember what happened that day, which was not helping Lu Qingye at all.

"I went downstairs and asked them to eat, saying that they were too tired and wanted to continue sleeping. After they finished eating, they cleaned up the house and went back home."

Lu Qingye was very calm when he talked about these things.

However, Meng Wantang could sense the turbulent situation hidden beneath his calm appearance.

She gently held his hand and interlocked their fingers.

"Although I don't know why I fell into a coma, I know that once a person falls into a coma, their life is not in danger. Sleeping is actually a form of self-protection for the body."

Meng Wantang tried to appease Lu Qingye through other methods.

"So don't worry about it later."

Meng Wantang still remembers the pain and vigilance in Lu Qingye's eyes when he was unconscious last time.

"I will always be with you. No matter what happens, I will be by your side. We will grow old together." Meng Wantang sat up, turned around and looked at Lu Qingye, "I can't bear to leave you alone. Because every day I feel that I love you more than the day before. Because I love you, I can't bear to see you sad."

Lu Qingye's throat rolled, and he gently held the person in his arms and asked, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Don't you still believe me? I always keep my word and never break my promise."

When Lu Qingye thought about the time he rescued the girl by the river, the girl’s eyes were particularly bright.

She grabbed his wrist and said very boldly, "Are you married?"

Lu Qingye's heart skipped a beat at that moment, and he felt as if something had suddenly crashed into him.

He even saw through her little thoughts and could have refused, but he answered truthfully.

"I'm not married."

He saw a particularly bright light in her eyes. Even though her cheeks were pale from the cold, she smiled and asked, "That's great. I'm not married either. What do you think of me?"

Lu Qingye nodded for some unknown reason.

He felt that he was very cold at that time, but she was not sad at all. She said to him very enthusiastically: "What's your name? My name is Meng Wantang. I am an educated youth from the city. Are you from the village? You look like you haven't retired yet, right?"

Lu Qingye continued to nod, but didn't say much.

He felt like a clumsy fool. He answered foolishly to whatever she asked and didn't say a word more.

But he remembered her name.

"Lu Qingye, yes."

"Your name is really nice. Let's make it a deal. You have to marry me. I'll be your wife."

Her smile was so beautiful that it immediately pierced his eyes and was frozen forever at that moment.

The wedding night was just as beautiful.

But he never expected that once he opened his eyes, she would become a completely different person, kicking him away and even becoming hysterical.

Lu Qingye didn't know what went wrong. He looked coldly at the woman in front of him. He only knew that the girl with a smile as beautiful as a flower, so bright and charming, was gone.

It was clearly still that person's body, but she was no longer herself.

Lu Qingye wanted to interrogate the woman in front of him, but he knew that once he asked, she might never come back.

Lu Qingye said nothing and continued to endure.

He did not touch the woman, and did not fight back when she beat and scolded him. He accepted all the requests made by the woman.

The only thing that is not allowed is divorce.

If he lets this woman go, what will he do if his lover comes back?

Lu Qingye just wants to keep this body by his side. He doesn’t care who is inside the body. He will wait for the one he loves to come back.

Later he really waited for it, and waited for the biggest surprise.

It’s a pity that the surprise only lasted for one short night.

Lu Qingye waited for many more years, until he became desperate.

But she appeared in his life unexpectedly.

But she no longer remembers him.

It's ok.

Lu Qingye told himself this.

As long as she was still around he would make her fall in love with him all over again.

The happiness of these years almost made Lu Qingye forget how scared he was back then.

"Lu Qingye, who were you thinking about when you were holding me? Why were you distracted?"

Meng Wantang held Lu Qingye's face and looked at him with great displeasure.

Lu Qingye came back to his senses and looked at the face in front of him. He had gained weight but lost weight again in the past two days. He said with some heartache: "I was thinking that the weight I put on for you has gone back again."

"Isn't it easy to gain weight? I can gain it back if I eat a few more meals. Besides, I'm pregnant now and can't eat so much. I have to control my diet. Otherwise, the baby will be too big and I will suffer when I give birth."

Lu Qingye remembered that Meng Wantang had mentioned this before, and he subconsciously replied: "Oh, then we'll eat whatever you say. Just tell me what you want to eat and I'll buy it for you. If I can't buy it, I'll cook it for you."

"Then there are many things I want to eat, and you definitely can't cook them. Do you know what hot and sour rice noodles are? I really want to eat hot and sour rice noodles right now, and I want to eat the authentic hot and sour rice noodles."

Meng Wantang suddenly had an idea and thought of a particularly brilliant idea.

She finally knew how to make Lu Qingye stop thinking about those messy things.

Lu Qingye had never heard of hot and sour noodles. He looked at Meng Wantang in confusion and asked, "Can this be bought in the Chinese restaurant here? If so, I'll buy it for you."

"How can I buy this thing abroad?" Meng Wantang thought the man in front of her was really interesting, especially when he looked serious.

Meng Wantang was really heartbroken.

Look what she had done to scare him like this.

Can’t the damn God have some pity for him?

"We have to make the hot and sour rice noodles ourselves. The vermicelli is made from sweet potatoes. Do you know if there are any sweet potatoes for sale here? If so, buy some. We'll start with the vermicelli, make the rice noodles first, and then keep them for later use."

When others hear what Meng Wantang says, they will definitely think that she is a troublemaker.

But the man in front of him listened very carefully and even asked what tools were needed.

Meng Wantang felt almost embarrassed to bother this man.

But there is no way. If I don’t torture this man, this man will torture myself.

"We can use primitive means. I'll make you a list of what we need, and then you go buy it, okay? I want to have a portion of hot and sour noodles every morning."

Meng Wantang leaned on his shoulder.

Lu Qingye would naturally not refuse: "Don't just say you want to eat it every morning, you can even eat it every year."