The sky was dark and gloomy, and she could only vaguely make out a curled-up shadow. Summoning her courage, she moved closer for a look, Liang Yuening? She stared wide-eyed, then crouched down, "Yue Ning, wake up?" She pushed his shoulder, why was he sleeping here? His body was so cold, how long had he been out here? But Liang Yuening did not wake up, murmuring irritably and waving his hand as if swatting away flies. Had she not dodged swiftly, she might have been slapped by his hand. The dawn began to break, and with this light, she could see his face clearly. He looked so obedient when he slept, unlike his usual fierce demeanor, or the villainous face he often had, instead he seemed somewhat childish and docile. She pushed him again, but he continued to sleep soundly. At a loss, she finally took advantage of her strength, carried him back to the house, and laid him on her own bed; after which, she dashed out to take care of her pressing personal needs. After coming out of the outhouse, all her sleepiness was gone, so she fetched a basin of water to wash up, then pondered what to prepare for breakfast. Time passed, the morning sun rose high, and the golden rays of the morning light poured down. Liang Haoming woke up in the room. He was very orderly in his sleep, lying flat with his hands crossed over his abdomen, motionless. But upon waking, he turned on his side and looked wooden-faced at the small wooden bed beside him. He had expected to see the young girl, but to his surprise, the bed was occupied by his youngest brother instead, sprawled out and snoring with his mouth wide open. He paused in astonishment, then quickly scrambled out the door. In the kitchen, Dong Huiying was kneading dough, having decided to steam some buns that morning. Food in this era was mostly plain, with too few delicious options. She was skilled at cooking, and with ample ingredients, she could even prepare a grand feast. Suddenly, she heard footsteps coming from behind. "Awake already?" She lifted her arm, wiping the sweat from her face with her sleeve, and as she turned around, she saw Liang Haoming with his expressionless face. "The water’s run out, could you help fetch some more?" He gazed at her deeply once again, looking her up and down, thoroughly assessing her. Dong Huiying was utterly perplexed by his questions, her mind in a fog. "What do you mean, angry or not angry?" With an adorably blank expression, she blinked, not understanding his point. She was perfectly fine, so why would she be angry? A frown-like expression appeared on the usually impassive Liang Haoming, "Yue Ning, his sleeping posture is not good." Clearly, they had slept together on the ground, but the next day he found himself lying on her bed. She had been robbed of her bed, so why wouldn’t she be angry? It was as if he couldn’t comprehend, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. Dong Huiying was also a bit baffled. Liang Haoming was really too sparing with his words, always spitting them out one by one, perhaps her IQ was too low, she actually found it a bit hard to grasp what he was trying to say? The two stared at each other, and after a long moment Liang Haoming retreated from the field. He shyly averted his gaze, then quietly picked up the bucket to fetch water for her. Dong Huiying scratched her head, then looked down at the dough on the board. She shrugged nonchalantly, feeling quite open-minded. The white buns were small and cute, like little fat snowmen, neatly arranged in the steamer. Dong Huiying steamed a steamer full of buns, then started to cook porridge, just as Liang Yuening was waking up.