Spring Rain Drowsiness

The main storyline in the game is progressing to a point where a major battle with spiced eggs is about to begin, but the clock on the wall has already quietly struck twelve.

Aemeath took off her headphones without hesitation and lightly got off him.

"It's noon, I'll go prepare lunch." She said as she went downstairs to the kitchen.

Lu Yan wanted to go to the kitchen to help, but she stopped him without saying a word.

Aemeath stood with her hands on her hips, looking at him and said, "I promised you'd have a good rest today. It's your first day off from writing, so you're not allowed in the kitchen."

"Just wait patiently for this master chef to feed you!"

Seeing her earnest expression, Lu Yan obediently leaned back on the soft sofa in the living room, a smile playing on his lips, and said, "Alright, then thank you for your hard work, Chef Aemeath."

A gentle spring rain fell without warning.

The rain at the end of April had lost its biting chill, and instead carried a touch of warmth, gently tapping against the living room's French windows.

The glass of the French windows was quickly covered with a hazy white mist from the water vapor, making the tender green branches of the persimmon tree outside the window appear even brighter.

The patter of rain acts as a natural soundproof barrier, completely isolating the courtyard from the noise of the outside world and creating a sense of tranquility inside.

The kitchen was filled with the low hum of the range hood and the crisp sound of a spatula hitting a wok.

Lu Yan sat on the sofa, quietly watching the busy figure in front of the stove.

Aemeath's signature long pink hair was styled in a bun at the back of her head, with a few stray strands falling down her fair neck and swaying slightly as she tossed the wok.

"Go wash your hands, it'll be ready soon!" Aemeath didn't even turn her head, holding a spatula in her hand, skillfully stir-frying the vegetables in the pan. Her movements were already very practiced.

Ten minutes later, the two dishes and soup were neatly placed on the table.

A plate of brightly colored stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork, a plate of stir-fried shrimp, and a bowl of steaming tomato and egg soup. The air is filled with the enticing aroma of food, mixed with the fresh scent of rain drifting in from outside the window, creating the most vibrant atmosphere of this spring afternoon.

Lu Yan pulled out a chair in front of the dining table, sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and put a piece of bamboo shoot into his mouth.

The crisp bamboo shoots absorbed the oil from the sliced meat, resulting in a savory and delicious flavor. The cooking time was just right, preserving the natural sweetness of the bamboo shoots while bringing out the aroma of the meat.

"How was it? How was it?" Aemeath rested her chin on her hands, staring intently at Lu Yan with eyes full of expectation, like a primary school student waiting for praise from her teacher.

Lu Yan savored the taste, swallowed it, then picked up a piece of shrimp and chewed it carefully before putting down his chopsticks. He looked at her earnestly and said, "To be honest, your progress is rapid. You've only been learning for a few days and you're already comparable to chefs in restaurants. This stir-fried bamboo shoots with pork is just right. The shrimp is also very tender."

"Hehe~" Upon hearing this affirmative assessment, Aemeath proudly raised her chin, her eyes crinkling with laughter. "I knew it! Cooking is such a small thing, how could it be difficult for me! As long as I study those recipes a little, it's a piece of cake."

As she spoke, she diligently ladled a bowl of soup for Lu Yan and handed it to him. "Since it's delicious, then A-Yan should eat more today. You've lost weight lately."

Lu Yan smiled and took the soup bowl, "With you feeding me in so many different ways, it's a miracle I'm not fat."

This lunch was especially heartwarming.

The spring rain outside the window continued to fall at a leisurely pace, while the two people inside chatted idly about trivial daily matters.

The conversation started with which supermarket had the freshest vegetables, and then moved on to whether or not to replace the sofa with a cooling ice silk mat more suitable for summer.

What were once the mundane and uninteresting daily necessities of life for Lu Yan have now become the sweetest seasoning in his life.

After lunch, Lu Yan volunteered to wash the dishes.

When he dried his hands and came out of the kitchen, a drowsy feeling, typical of the afternoon, along with the lethargy that comes after a full meal, crept into his heart without him even noticing.

He walked into the living room, where Aemeath was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, looking at something on her phone.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up and immediately noticed the weariness in his eyes.

"A-Yan, are you sleepy?"

Lu Yan rubbed his temples, sat down beside her, and leaned back lazily. "A little. Maybe the sound of the rain is too soothing."

"Then you should lie down and get some sleep." Aemeath immediately jumped off the sofa, ran to the bedroom, and brought out a thin blanket.

She glanced at the sofa, thought for a moment, and said, "Wait for me."

Then he ran up to the second floor.

A little while later, she came downstairs with his laptop, put it on the coffee table, sat cross-legged on the sofa, and patted the spot next to her. "It's too stuffy upstairs, I brought my laptop down to play. You sleep here, I'll keep you company."

Lu Yan looked at the laptop on the coffee table that had originally been in the studio, then at Aemeath was already neatly plugged in and had the Wuthering Waves download interface open, and couldn't help but smile.

He lay flat on the large sofa, Aemeath unfolded the blanket and covered him completely, carefully tucking the corners in to make sure there was no draft.

"Okay, sleep peacefully." She bent down and gently kissed his cheek, leaving a faint, sweet fragrance.

Lu Yan turned his head to look at the girl who was standing close to him.

She had refocused her attention on the screen, holding the mouse with one hand, her movements much slower than usual.

He slowly closed his eyes.

The room was extremely quiet. Without visual distractions, hearing became exceptionally sharp.

Outside the window, raindrops pattered against the glass, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

Beside her, there was the deliberately hushed sound of Aemeath typing on the keyboard, interspersed with the occasional soft click of the mouse.

These subtle sounds did not break the tranquility inside the room; on the contrary, they were rhythmic and blended perfectly with the sound of spring rain outside the window.

In the past, Lu Yan needed absolute quiet to sleep; even the ticking of a clock would disturb him.

But now, listening to the lively sounds Aemeath makes while playing games beside him, he feels incredibly at peace.

Amidst the pitter-patter of rain and the soft clatter of his laptop keyboard, drowsiness gently washed over him like a tide.

Lu Yan's breathing gradually became long and deep.