Reincarnated as her wicked older sister who has been cleansed up, she attracts a swarm of beastly hu

Chapter 87 Attempting to Conquer
The situation outside has finally improved, but Wen Li's health is not cooperating.

He Yan glanced in her direction and, seeing that she was still keeping quiet, walked over to her, puzzled.

Wen Li, are you alright?

He Yan did not rashly lift Wen Li's blanket, but squatted down next to her.

Wen Li was in a daze, but she could still hear He Yan's voice.

"fine……"

She managed to squeeze out two words from her hoarse throat.

He Yan frowned.

...What's better about it?

He pulled back the covers, revealing Wen Li's flushed cheeks.

Wen Li was fair-skinned, with an unnatural blush on her porcelain-white face. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to want to open them, but it was difficult for her.

She looked extremely hot, her hair sticky and clinging to her forehead, and she was drenched in sweat.

He Yan immediately realized something was wrong and reached out to touch Wen Li's forehead.

His face changed slightly.

What he was most worried about happened!

Wen Li was infected by him.

He Yan had just returned from outside; his hands were icy cold, and he felt an indescribable chill.

After feeling the coolness, Wen Li felt extremely comfortable and subconsciously snuggled closer to He Yan, seeking some comfort.

It's like someone in a scorching desert finding a cool source of water—incredibly comforting.

He Yan felt quite uncomfortable with her actions, so he withdrew his hand and took a step back.

"Wait here for a while."

He Yan hurriedly left this sentence, turned around, and found the towel drying to the side.

This is the towel Wen Li used to cool him down yesterday.

He was using it yesterday, but I never expected that Wen Li would have to use it today.

He Yan forced a smile, wanting to laugh but unable to.

He didn't even know whether he and Wen Li were lucky or unlucky.

He went outside, collected a small amount of clean snow, and soaked a towel in it.

He Yan's consciousness gradually returned yesterday, but Wen Li kept pressing him down, telling him to lie still and not move around, otherwise his recovery would be slower.

He Yan saw and remembered all the things Wen Li did for him.

Now that Wen Li is sick, he should take care of her.

The towel, which had just been soaked in snow water, was too cold, so He Yan didn't put it on Wen Li's forehead immediately. Instead, he took it to the firewood and warmed it for a while. Once the temperature was suitable, he brushed aside Wen Li's stray hairs and gently placed it on her forehead.

"All right."

Feeling the pleasant coolness on her forehead, Wen Li's expression relaxed considerably.

He Yan did not leave immediately, but stared at her for a while.

If you look closely, Wen Li is indeed quite pretty.

After staying in the tribe for a while, He Yan often heard the males discussing Wen Li.

The most common comment is that she has become more beautiful and prettier.

He Yan had only met Wen Li once or twice and hadn't paid much attention to her.

Now I realize that what they said was actually true.

Even when she was sick, she was still incredibly beautiful, the most beautiful of all the females he had ever seen.

I heard she already has five beast husbands, each with considerable abilities.

But... so many days have passed and they still haven't found her, which means she's not exactly a formidable character.

A mocking smile curled at the corner of He Yan's mouth.

"Lie down for a while, I'll go make you something to eat."

He Yan's voice was unusually gentle.

After feeling unwell yesterday, Wen Li put some of the ingredients in the cave just in case.

Unexpectedly, it came in handy.

He Yan was about to get up when Wen Li grabbed his arm.

Her fingertips were soft and hot; the moment they touched, it felt like a fire spreading across He Yan's arm.

He Yan pulled his hand away as if he had been electrocuted.

Wen Li was startled and blinked blankly.

After applying a damp towel, Wen Li felt her head was much clearer.

She could clearly sense He Yan's resistance towards her, and couldn't help but feel a little wronged.

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to..."

Wen Li awkwardly withdrew her finger, her eyelashes drooping.

He Yan pursed his lips: "What do you want to say?"

Wen Li glanced at him quickly, her eyes slightly red, "Thank you."

Her eyes were wet, with clear, distinct black and white pupils.

He Yan clearly caught a trace of grievance in those clear eyes.

Before he could get a good look, Wen Li had already turned her face away and turned her back.

He Yan felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

An indescribable feeling washed over him, and he didn't understand why he suddenly had such emotions.

Very strange.

After staring at her back for a long time, He Yan said in a low voice, "Rest."

Wen Li did not respond to him again.

He Yan turned around and went to cook porridge.

His gaze fell on the arm that Wen Li had touched, the lingering sensation still present.

He touched it, suppressing the unnecessary thoughts in his mind.

"That's strange," He Yan thought.

This was He Yan's first time cooking porridge, so she had no experience.

Wen Li placed some rice in the corner, and he took it out and began to cook it, following her previous steps.

Fortunately, He Yan has a good memory and remembers the basic procedures.

As the firewood burned, the aroma of porridge gradually filled the air.

He Yan glanced outside; the sunlight had vanished, and the sky had darkened, brewing a new storm.

"It seems we won't be able to leave today," He Yan sighed.

If Wen Li hadn't been sick, he might have been able to take her back today.

But judging from the weather, it's going to snow again soon, and given her current condition, it's not suitable for her to be out and about.

We can only stay here and wait until we recover before making any further plans.

The porridge is ready.

He Yan changed Wen Li's towel again and then woke her up.

"Did you cook porridge for me...? Thank you."

Wen Li's voice was deep and hoarse, but much better than before.

She could smell the aroma of rice porridge, but she had no appetite.

"Have something to eat," He Yan said.

Wen Li smiled weakly at him, "Okay."

She struggled to sit up and was about to take the rice porridge from He Yan's hand when he said, "I'll feed you."

Wen Li was stunned.

He Yan lowered his eyes, remaining calm: "Can you drink it by yourself now?"

Wen Li nodded, "Yes, you can."

She had regained some strength and was no longer unable to drink porridge, but she had a fever and felt dizzy and lightheaded, so she always thought it would be more comfortable to lie in bed.

While waiting, He Yan handed her the rice porridge.

He Yan didn't react for a long time. "I'll feed you."

He scooped up the porridge, blew on it, and then brought it to Wen Li's lips.

His sharp, eagle-like eyes were dark and deep, holding something that Wen Li couldn't understand.

"...That's not a good idea." Wen Li shook her head and declined.

She hadn't forgotten that He Yan was An Yuan's beastly husband.

She hadn't recognized him before, but now that she did, she naturally wanted to avoid any unnecessary contact.

Wen Li slightly raised her hand, her posture towards He Yan indicating a slight avoidance.

"Okay." He Yan did not insist further.

Wen Li's rejection was so obvious that if he continued to insist, it would only make things more awkward between them.

He Yan put the spoon into the bowl and then handed it to Wen Li.

Wen Li reached out to take it, but lost her grip.

He Yan put it down too quickly, and she grabbed it too slowly, so the rice porridge was spilled all over Wen Li's clothes.

Fortunately, the porridge had cooled down considerably, and with the cloth covering it, Wen Li wasn't burned. However, the sticky porridge felt unpleasant on her skin, and just looking at it made her feel nauseous.

"Take off your clothes."

He Yan remained calm, took the overturned wooden bowl, and placed it aside.

"Feel sorry."

Wen Li glanced at him awkwardly.

"fine."

The item that got dirty was her coat. Wen Li carefully took it off, and He Yan gathered it up and took it outside to clean it for her.

Without a coat, a chill swept over her, and Wen Li wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.

Watching He Yan's busy figure, Wen Li felt a mix of emotions.

From this perspective, He Yan is undoubtedly a very good partner for survival.

He almost never lost control of his emotions; even when he was about to die, he calmly uttered some extraordinary words.

Wen Li sometimes envies people like this.

Because they seem reliable.

He is the complete opposite of her.

Thinking about it this way, He Yan is actually a pretty good person.

Although the time she spent with He Yan was short, she couldn't find any faults in him.

If I had to point out a flaw, it would be that he looks a bit fierce and doesn't seem like someone to mess with.

But he's handsome in a hard-core way!
That angular face, that high nose bridge, those slightly thick but exceptionally sexy lips... wow, in the original world, those features would be even better than those of a top male model.

Oh, there's one more.

This is a fatal flaw—he is An Yuan's beastly husband.

The thought of this made Wen Li feel disgusted.

If He Yan weren't like that, she really would want to try and win him over.

Wen Li sighed.

This is her old problem; she falls in love with every guy she meets.

Before she transmigrated here, she often did this when playing games.

Whenever a character in the game looks to her liking, whether it's a main character, a supporting character, or even a passerby, Wen Li wants to add them to her collection.

She really is a fickle woman.

"What are you thinking about?" He Yan appeared in front of her without her noticing.

Before Wen Li could answer, He Yan placed his palm on her forehead, felt it briefly, and then frowned.

"Your face is so red... Sure enough, you have a fever again."

Wen Li rubbed her face and tucked herself into the blanket, leaving only her round eyes showing.

"Where are my clothes?" she changed the subject.

"I've cleaned up your clothes, so you can't wear them right now. But you can wear them if you really want, as long as you don't mind."

"let it go."

"Ah."

He Yan served her another bowl of porridge. "Eat up."

Wen Li reached out from under the covers and caught it very steadily this time.

However, she couldn't eat while covered by the blanket; the blanket slipped off her body, and cold air began to seep into her skin.

Wen Li's teeth chattered uncontrollably.

A surge of heat coursing through my body, yet my skin felt icy cold—a sensation akin to experiencing both fire and ice.

He Yan couldn't bear to watch any longer and held up Wen Li's bowl:
"I come?"

Wen Li stubbornly shook her head. "Could you take it for me?"

She remembered there was a winter coat in the room; wearing it should make things better.

Thinking this, Wen Li reached into her spatial storage, but couldn't find what she wanted.

After thinking hard, I realized that my few items were just sitting at home drying.

The winter coat she was wearing was originally a spare; her warmest coat had been torn to shreds by the stray beast.

This is the only one left, and the only one available.

Wen Li's expression instantly fell.

He Yan noticed the subtle change and asked, "What's wrong?"

"nothing."

Wen Li took the wooden bowl back and ate a few bites with difficulty. Feeling cold and having no appetite, she put the bowl down.

There was still more than half a bowl of rice porridge left in the shallow bowl.

He Yan silently put it away for her, and after watching her lie back down, he said in a low voice, "Was my cooking not good?"

"No, it's delicious." Wen Li praised politely.

This was He Yan's first time cooking porridge. The taste was just average, plain white porridge without any seasoning, so it was quite bland.

He Yan felt that Wen Li was just brushing him off, so he didn't respond.

"Rest now, I'll stay here with you,"

"it is good."

Wen Li wrapped herself up and drifted off to sleep.

He Yan did keep his promise and did not leave, but stayed by her side the whole time.

I changed her towels every now and then, and did this repeatedly, without showing any impatience.

This continued until the afternoon, when the wind and snow once again ravaged the entire continent.

"Wen Li..."

Wen Li was woken up by He Yan once again.

Before I even opened my eyes, I could smell a familiar scent.

She had smelled this scent not long ago.

It smells like flame grass.

"I cooked this for you, drink some before you go to sleep."

He Yan's voice was exceptionally gentle.

Wen Li thought she was dreaming.

She opened her eyes blankly, and a handsome face appeared in front of her.

Wen Li blinked hard, finally clearing her mind.

He Yan brought the Yancao soup to her side, the steam warming Wen Li's cheeks.

He Yan brought it to her lips.

Wen Li's mind was much clearer by now, so instead of drinking it directly, she sat up and held it herself.

"Thank you."

Wen Li sipped the Flame Grass Soup, feeling even warmer.

She drank half of it and then handed the bowl to He Yan, saying, "That's enough."

He Yan accepted it in silence.

He put it aside and suddenly said, "Wen Li, you seem to..."

"Hmm?" Wen Li looked at him in confusion.

He Yan carefully considered how to phrase his words.

After thinking for a while, unable to come up with a good adjective, he said indifferently, "It's nothing."

Wen Li was left hanging in limbo, and her drowsiness dissipated considerably.

“Just say what you want to say,” Wen Li said.

He Yan rested his chin on one hand, staring at her and slowly said, "You seem very afraid of me?"

"No," Wen Li retorted instinctively.

She wasn't afraid of He Yan, even though he looked a bit fierce.

"Is that so?" He Yan asked thoughtfully.

If she's not afraid of him, then why does she always resist him?
He Yan did not understand this.

Wen Li's resistance to him was too obvious. When did it start?

Thinking about it carefully, He Yan remembered that it was probably when he came back from outside that the medicine's effects wore off.

why?
The only reason He Yan could think of was that Wen Li thought he looked too scary.

It startled her.

Otherwise, it's impossible to explain why Wen Li would resist so much.

Her words made He Yan feel somewhat hurt.

He Yan had been ostracized by many people when he was a child because of his face, and Wen Li's behavior at this moment reminded him of those times.

Forget it.

He Yan was too lazy to think about it anymore and looked at the situation outside.

Wen Li thought He Yan would say something more, but in fact, he didn't.

She watched him leave, and her heart sank for no apparent reason.

Whether it was her imagination or not, she seemed to see a hint of hurt in He Yan's eyes.