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

Lin Yu emerged from the alley and turned back into the market.

As darkness fell, the stall owners packed up their goods, rolling up their colorful tarpaulins to reveal the dusty gray walls behind them.

Only a few stalls were still lit up, selling the last few servings of food.

He stopped in front of the pudding stand.

The owner was pouring ice into a wooden bucket, but stopped when he saw a customer arrive.

"Two portions," Lin Yu said.

The owner took two wooden bowls from the bucket, poured caramel on them, put the lids on, and handed them over.

Lin Yu took it, paid the money, and then walked to the pastry stall next door.

The last few small cakes were stacked on a wooden plate, sprinkled with crushed nuts and icing sugar, glistening enticingly in the twilight.

"I'll take them all," Lin Yu said.

The stall owner, a plump auntie, smiled as she wrapped the cake in parchment paper and stuffed it into a paper bag.

Lin Yu carried the things and walked towards the town entrance.

He passed a shop selling mead on the way, thought for a moment, and went in to buy a small jar.

Arya likes sweet things, so this should suit her taste.

When it was completely dark, Lin Yu pushed open the door to his house.

The heater was already on, and its orange-red light filled the entire room.

Arya was sitting at the table, sewing something with a needle and thread in her hand.

She was very focused.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered, and her shadow swayed on the wall.

She pierced the fabric with the needle, straightened the thread, and then made another stitch.

The movements were not fast, but each stitch was even and the stitches were fine and neat.

Stray hairs fell from her ears and draped over her shoulders, sliding down to her cheeks as she lowered her head.

She ignored it, simply tilting her head slightly to let her hair fall to the other side.

The fire from the fireplace illuminated her profile, giving her skin a warm orange hue.

His lips were slightly pursed, and his brows were furrowed as if he were pondering something.

Several neatly folded pieces of cloth were placed on the corner of the table, and a sewing box was also placed beside her.

Lin Yu leaned against the door frame without making a sound, quietly watching Arya.

She just sat there, sewing stitch by stitch.

The firewood in the stove crackled occasionally, casting flickering light on her face.

After a few minutes, Arya finished sewing the last stitch, bit off the thread, and shook out the fabric to take a look.

Arya's lips curved into a smile, seemingly quite satisfied.

Only then did she raise her head.

Seeing Lin Yu leaning against the doorway, carrying something in his hand, I wondered how long he had been standing there.

Arya paused for a moment, then hurriedly pushed the sewing box into the table and gathered up the scraps of fabric.

"I...I'll mend some old clothes." Her voice was a little tense, and the tips of her ears were red. "I've got nothing better to do anyway."

It has a distinctly convincing, "I'm trying to hide something" feel to it.

Lin Yu didn't expose her, but waved the paper bag in his hand and said, "Look what I brought you."

Arya's gaze fell on the paper bag, and she twitched her nose: "What did you buy? It smells so good."

"Pudding, cake, and mead." Lin Yu put the things on the table and took off his coat, draping it over the back of his chair.

Arya opened the paper bag, brought it closer to her nose, and smiled.

She carefully took out the pudding and cake and arranged them on a plate. Then she took out two cups from the cupboard, poured a cup of mead for Lin Yu, and poured one for herself.

The two people were sitting facing each other.

Arya scooped a spoonful of pudding into her mouth, squinted her eyes, and mumbled, "So sweet."

Lin Yu picked up the mead, took a sip, and his gaze fell on her hand.

Arya's fingers were wrapped in bandages, which were particularly noticeable in the candlelight.

He put down his cup and reached out to take her hand.

"What happened to your hand?"

Arya's fingers twitched, her eyes darting around.

"I accidentally cut myself while chopping vegetables, it's nothing, just a small cut."

She pulled her hand back and hid it under the table.

Lin Yu didn't say anything, but stood up, walked around to her side, and squatted down.

"show me."

"I'm really okay—"

Lin Yu pulled Arya's hand out from under the table and gently removed the bandage.

There are several tiny needle marks on the pads of my index and middle fingers; some have scabbed over, while others are still red.

It's not a cut made with a knife; a knife cut wouldn't cause this.

Arya bit her lip, her gaze fixed elsewhere, the tips of her ears turning red.

The wound was caused by an accidental prick with a needle while making clothes, but in order to surprise Lin Yu, she definitely couldn't mention making clothes.

So I had to find an excuse.

Lin Yu didn't ask any further questions. He took out a bottle of healing potion from his pocket, unscrewed the cap, and dripped two drops onto her fingertips.

The pale red medicine seeped into the puncture site, and the wound healed at a visible speed. The scab fell off, revealing the newly formed pink skin underneath.

In just over ten seconds, my fingers were as smooth as ever, without even a scar.

Arya stared at her fingers, stunned for a long while, before whispering, "Using such precious medicine again..."

"It's not precious." Lin Yu threw the bandage into the trash can, holding her hand tightly. "Be more careful next time."

Arya lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

She looked at Lin Yu holding her hand; his large hands had distinct knuckles and his palms were warm.

"This is the second time," she said softly.

"Um?"

"This is the second time you've given me this medicine." Arya looked up at Lin Yu, her eyes misty with tears.

She knew how much this thing was worth.

In the past, when someone in the village got injured, they couldn't even afford the cheapest medicine. They would chew up some herbs and apply them to the wound, hoping it would heal on its own.

She never dared to dream of a magic potion that could heal with a single application.

But now she's using this medicine only because of a few needle marks.

Arya vaguely knew that Lin Yu could concoct medicine and was a potion master.

She was just an ordinary peasant woman.

They lived in a dilapidated wooden house and made a living by picking and selling mushrooms.

What merit or ability does she possess?

This sense of inferiority had been building up inside him, and it finally erupted at this moment.

"Lin Yu," Arya's voice trembled slightly, "you're too good to me."

Lin Yu put her hand down and was about to say something when Arya suddenly stood up and straddled his lap.

Her legs were spread apart, her knees were kneeling on either side of the chair, and her skirt spread out to cover both of their legs.

Arya remained silent for a long time, her lips moved slightly, then she bit them again.

After several attempts, he finally spoke.

"Lin Yu, I...I'll have your child~"

Lin Yu raised an eyebrow.

Arya straddled his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders, her fingertips trembling slightly.

Her face was very close to his, the tip of her nose almost touching his, her breath hot against his lips, carrying a hint of panic.

"Why are you suddenly bringing this up?" Lin Yu asked.

His hand remained still on the armrest of the chair; he neither pushed her away nor put his arm around her.

Arya bit her lip, her eyelashes drooping:

"I...I just feel...you're too good to me."

"So, you're ready to have a baby?"

Arya's face turned even redder, her fingers gripping Lin Yu's collar:

"That's not what I meant..." She paused, as if organizing her thoughts:

"I mean...you've been so good to me, I have to do something to repay you."

"There are many ways to repay kindness," Lin Yu said.

"I know." Arya looked up at him, her eyes a little red.

"But I have nothing..."

Lin Yu didn't speak, he just looked at her.

"I don't know how to pay you back." Arya's voice began to tremble:

"I... I've thought about it and thought, and besides this, I have nothing else to give you."

Lin Yu remained silent for a few seconds.

He could guess Arya's thoughts.

This woman is too kind; she's so kind that if someone is even slightly kind to her, she feels she owes them an immense debt of gratitude.

Arya is not good at expressing herself, and as Arya becomes more and more concerned about her, Arya begins to suffer internally.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt I didn't deserve all this goodness, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt I should do something to "even things out".

The idea of ​​having a child was probably the greatest reward Arya could think of.