Chapter 242

Chapter Twenty-Nine Eat Before Sleeping, Sleep and Then Eat Again

The dim twilight shone through the window.

The afterglow illuminated the living room from all sides, with one ray casting upon the face of the sleeping girl on the sofa.

The girl lay sprawled on the sofa, her sleeping face particularly endearing. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she was having a dream. Under her tightly closed eyelids, her eyes rolled from time to time.

The entire living room was silent, except for the faint, even breathing of the girl.

“Huh… Huh…”

Her left hand resting on her belly rose and fell with each breath.

After a while, perhaps feeling the light too bright, the sleeping girl smacked her lips and furrowed her brows lightly.

“Ugh… Mmm…”

She made some unintelligible sounds, wriggling her body towards the edge of the sofa to avoid the sunlight. Afterward, she opened her mouth and sucked in her right thumb completely.

“Munch… Munch…”

The girl chewed on her thumb, looking particularly content.

“Mm… I want more, that… a whole tableful…”

She spoke incoherently, as if in a dream. A moment later, her frown deepened.

“…No… Don’t… Don’t take it away… Give it back… Give it back quickly!”

Suddenly, she turned sideways toward the edge of the sofa, spitting out her thumb with a “pop.” She stretched her right hand forward as if trying to grab something. In the next instant, the upper half of her body flipped off the sofa, her head falling toward the ground—

Thud.

A muffled sound.

“Oh!”

Half a second later, I winced and rubbed my forehead, grimacing as I sat up from the floor.

Ouch… Ouch!

I was a bit dazed from the impact, my gaze wandering around in confusion.

Beneath me was a fluffy carpet, beside me was a simple four-legged tea table. The tabletop was at eye level, with empty plates still scattered on it. To my right was the sofa where I had been lying… Oh no.

I had fallen off the sofa…

…Damn.

My forehead hurt badly, so I rubbed it irritably as I quickly got up. I patted down my skirt and took a couple of steps, then turned back to stomp hard on the spot where my head had hit, feeling a bit relieved.

Then I walked away from the scene without looking back.

“Yawn—”

I yawned as I pushed open the bedroom door, walked around the bed, and headed straight for the bathroom. I lifted my skirt and removed my undergarments, squatting down to relieve myself.

“Huff—”

I had drunk too much water before bed, feeling like I had held it for ages… Ah, how refreshing!

Afterward, I went to the washroom to clean up, then came out and looked at my wrinkled dress. I tilted my head in thought, drew the curtains, and took off the dress. Opening the wardrobe, I rummaged through it until I found a light blue long dress, which I put on.

Then I slowly walked over to the mirror.

Black hair, black eyes… Yes, everything seemed fine.

“Today, I’m still that little cutie.”

But come to think of it, how long had I slept?

I felt like I had slept for a very long time, yet also not so long, always in a daze… Now, I feel much better. Though my limbs were slightly numb, I felt energetic, and my mind was clearer than before, at least not so sleepy anymore.

But I’m hungry now.

Why am I hungry again… Am I really okay…

I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a long time, gently shaking my head.

I must be fine.

Absolutely.

I breathed out softly, then turned and walked back to the dressing table. From the drawer, I took out a white hair tie and tied up my long black hair into a casual ponytail, then left the room.

Since I’ve eaten enough, it’s time to go out and find something to eat.

Stepping outside the mansion, I realized the sky was already nearing dusk.

The red sun on the horizon had sunk far beyond the edge of the sky, and behind the fiery clouds above, two pale moons could be vaguely seen.

It must have been from the deep night the day before yesterday until dusk today that I slept? Nearly two days and nights… Although I did wake up several times in between.

I really am…

My steps were light as I walked out of the iron gate and through the alleys, quickly arriving at the nearby market.

Unlike at night, the market was bustling with people at this time. The streets and alleys were filled with stalls of various characteristics. The bearded uncles and the aunties wearing coarse cloth headscarves had loud voices that could be heard from afar. Groups of pedestrians walked down the streets, with laughter and joy echoing in the air from time to time.

I strolled leisurely among them, my eyes darting around eagerly. Soon, I entered a larger grocery store and bought some vegetables, fruits, some spices and black pepper that wouldn’t easily spoil, and most importantly, butter and cheese—the essential ingredients for making Captain Gray’s dish.

It has been quite a while since I last had Captain Gray’s dish, hasn’t it? Several days!

Then I went to the butcher shop and asked the uncle to cut three pounds of raw beef for me to take home to fry steaks.

There is still half a bag of flour left in the manor, and there is plenty of honey too. If I use them sparingly, these things I have on hand should be enough for me to eat for three days… No, two days.

I plan to stay in for two days, living a life of eating and sleeping, waking up to eat again. Until I can fully confirm that my body won’t cause any more problems, I don’t plan to go anywhere.

When I was about to leave the market after buying everything, I suddenly saw someone selling Opera Almond Cake at the corner of the street… I haven’t tried this cake yet.

I sniffed my nose and followed the sweet scent uncontrollably, walking straight to the cake stall. The stall was small, and the owner was a slender middle-aged man whose attire was not luxurious but quite refined.

“Oh! Praise you, beautiful lady. What would you like?”

I looked up at him.

People with such delicate looks, who don’t seem masculine at all, usually have very meticulous hearts. Generally speaking, the food they make is more refined than usual, and the taste is definitely not bad. You can tell just by smelling it.

“I want, a big bag of cakes!”

I opened my eyes wide at the owner, stretched out my arms wide, puffed out my chest, and extended my arms holding the large bags straight, trying to make him understand how big a bag I wanted.

“Alright! Please wait a moment, miss!”

The owner made a gesture with his fingers.

Soon, he indeed brought out an extra-large bag of cakes, almost all of which he had put in there.

“Thank you! Beautiful lady, you’re so kind~ Today I can close early. I plan to give a surprise to my dear one at home.”

He looked at my full hands and kindly hung the bag around my neck, then took out a dozen silver coins from the cloth bag at my waist, counted them, and put back three.

“Fifteen silver coins,” the owner winked at me, looking quite flirtatious, “Thank you for your patronage~”

“No, no need…”

I felt a bit flustered and quickly bowed to him, leaving quickly as if fleeing.

Although I don’t discriminate, I really couldn’t accept that…

A real man suits me better.

I’m not saying I like real men, what I mean is, I aspire to become a real man… Wait.

I frowned, realizing something was off.

Didn’t I say something like “I’m a cute little thing” when I was in the bedroom?

… Did I say that?

No, I didn’t.

I’m a real man, and a real man wouldn’t talk like that.

Even if it was unconscious, or by accident, or carelessly, whatever, a real man wouldn’t think of himself that way. That’s not my character, so I didn’t say it.

… Didn’t I say it?

On the way back to the manor, I kept pondering this question, but even when I reached the large iron gate of the courtyard, I still couldn’t recall whether I had said those words.

Forget it, a real man wouldn’t care about such details.

When I was about to open the door and enter, I saw a few letters sticking out of the mailbox next to the iron gate… No, those were news reports.