Chapter 500 (1/2)

Do It Yourself (1)

Ye Lang did not realise that was a problem until Coldblood Five’s reminder either. She knew what Li Yue wanted.

“What?” asked Ye Lang.

“I...I still can’t move, can you bring me there…” Li Yue was pointing at a hidden area.

“What for? Oh, you need to pee? Why didn’t you say so earlier? Didn’t I tell you last night you can wake me up, you didn’t have to hold it in…” The more he spoke, the redder Li Yue’s face became.

“Shut up! Just bring me here!” cried Li Yue to stop him, afraid he’d say more ridiculous things.

“Alright…” He picked her up, brought her there, then put her down and left.

Before he walked away he even said, “Tell me when you’re done!”

“Go away, don’t look!”

“I don’t want to! I’m going to brush my teeth. Do you need me to bring you some water to wash…”

“...”

Li Yue realised she’s already lost all dignity with Ye Lang, fully considering the option of going home now. So what if other people knew what happened? He was the one who’d get into trouble, not her.

However, she could not bear to be this cruel!

After that, she soon enjoyed this feeling. The feeling of allowing Ye Lang to help out while she was too weak.

It was a great feeling, though she couldn’t explain it. Ye Lang tending to her needs felt so much better than servants and waiters, this was a hundred times better.

Many years later, she would still reminisce about the days with him in this forest, the feeling she had. If only this lasted longer, too bad it was only a few days.

Ye Lang and Li Yue continued trekking deeper into the forest. However, due to her condition, progress was slow, taking three days to travel what they could’ve done within one.

While progress was slow, they encountered many animals. Ye Lang had many opportunities to show off his amazing archery skills while his roasting skills slowly improved.

For three days, Li Yue was… in Ye Lang’s words, ‘half-dead’, that was why he could only do it on his own.

Ye Lang didn’t like roasting food much, he still preferred boiling soup or cooking Beggar’s chicken. He didn’t have to remember to flip the meat, all he had to do was wait.

One day, they were both sitting next to a fire, as usual, waiting for the buried Beggar’s chicken to cook. At this point, they’ve grown much closer, laughing between conversations.

Li Yue no longer blushed when Ye Lang hugged her as if it was something very normal. Perhaps she’d gotten used to it.

Very soon, the chicken was ready. Ye Lang fished it out of the fire, waited for it to cool, then cracked the mud layer open. It smelled delicious.

“This drumstick’s yours so your legs will recover faster. It’s too much trouble carrying you around every day!” Ye Lang first gave her a chicken drumstick then a wild fruit.

There were many kinds of wild fruits growing in this mountainous region, they both loved plucking a few for meals.