Not to mention, it really works well!
Right after spraying it, no mosquitoes came to bother her anymore.
Su Qinghe gently combed her hair with a comb, letting the evening breeze dry it for her.
The breeze was mild—everything was just right!
Qin Wang had just come out of the bathroom when he saw Su Qinghe sitting there.
Under the moonlight, she sat quietly, her long hair gently stirred by the breeze. A faint smile lingered on her lips, making her look especially gentle.
For a moment, Qin Wang was completely stunned.
His mother died when he was only three years old.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember what she looked like.
She didn’t even leave behind a single photo.
But in his imagination, his mother was exactly like this.
For a moment, he stood there, dazed.
Su Qinghe heard the sound of the door opening.
But after waiting for quite a while, Qin Wang still didn’t come over, so she turned to look—and saw him standing blankly at the bathroom door.
She raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? What are you looking at?”
Qin Wang snapped back to his senses immediately.
An illusion!
It was all an illusion!
If only she hadn’t opened her mouth!
“Nothing,” Qin Wang replied, then turned to go back to his room.
Just as he was about to leave, Su Qinghe stood up and walked over. “Wait a second.”
“What is it?” Qin Wang looked at her cautiously.
Su Qinghe shook the bottle of flower water in her hand. “Are there mosquitoes at night? Put some of this on your body so you can sleep more peacefully.”
The label on the bottle had already been peeled off by Su Qinghe.
Anyway, all mosquito repellent smells pretty much the same, so she wasn’t worried Qin Wang would notice anything wrong.
Qin Wang pressed his lips together and said nothing.
Seeing his reaction, Su Qinghe immediately knew he was being stubborn again.
She didn’t bother arguing with him and directly dabbed the flower water onto both of his arms.
“All done. Rub it in yourself!”
With that, she turned and went back inside.
“Go to bed early! Call me tomorrow morning when you leave—I’ll lock the gate!”
Back in her room, Su Qinghe closed the west room door and locked it from the inside, then went into the inner bedroom and locked that door as well.
After making sure everything was secure, she lay down on the heated brick bed.
She originally wanted to sleep right away.
But she simply couldn’t fall asleep!
Why was it so hot!
For someone used to air conditioning and electric fans, being told “just calm your mind and you’ll feel cool” was basically nonsense.
Su Qinghe opened the system shop and typed “fan” into the search bar.
Soon, she saw all kinds of fans.
Considering the environment, she chose a small, low-power, ultra-quiet fan.
The price was the same for all of them—ten cultivation points regardless of size.
She had just spent dozens of points on toiletries earlier, leaving her with only thirteen cultivation points.
After buying the fan, she was left with only three points.
Looking at the number “3” in her balance, Su Qinghe smiled silently.
At least it wasn’t zero!
Anyway, tomorrow she would have three daily tasks waiting for her—earning cultivation points would be easy.
She plugged in the fan and set it to level two. Sure enough, it made almost no sound.
At such close distance, she couldn’t hear anything—so outsiders definitely couldn’t either.
Feeling the cool breeze, Su Qinghe finally felt comfortable again and lay back down.
Basking in the cool air, she quickly fell asleep.
In a daze, she seemed to hear some noise outside.
It should be Qin Yu coming back, she thought.
Then she turned over and went back to sleep.
When she woke again, it was because of knocking at the door.
At first, Su Qinghe was still a bit groggy.
But when she opened her eyes and saw the surroundings, she finally remembered she had traveled into a book.
The curtains in this era weren’t blackout curtains—just a piece of cloth.
Sunlight was already shining through.
Although she didn’t know the exact time, she knew the person knocking must be Qin Wang.
She first put the fan back into her space, then got up and opened the door.
Outside stood Qin Wang with a schoolbag on his back.
His face had no expression.
“I’m going to school!”
Su Qinghe glanced at the clock subconsciously.
7 a.m.
Indeed, very early!
She followed him out and noticed the east room was quiet and the courtyard was empty. She couldn’t help asking, “Where’s your dad?”
“He left at six in the morning.”
Su Qinghe was stunned.
Left at six?
If she remembered correctly, he only came back late last night.
He came back in the middle of the night and left early—how many hours did he even sleep?
“Is your dad always this busy?” she asked curiously.
Qin Wang glanced at her. “Yeah. My dad is the factory director, he has a lot of work! You think everyone is like you, sleeping until this time and still not getting up?”
Su Qinghe: “……”
Can’t we just talk normally without personal attacks?
By the time they were talking, they had already reached the gate.
Qin Wang opened the door and left. Su Qinghe watched him go, then closed the gate and slowly wandered back to bed.
The morning was cool, so it wasn’t hot even without the fan.
She fell back asleep like that.
But when she woke from her nap again, she felt sticky and uncomfortable all over.
She went to the bathroom to wash up and even took a shower using a refreshing body wash. After that, she felt much better.
By the time she was done, it was already 9:30 a.m.
She went to the state-owned restaurant wanting to get breakfast.
But the doors were already closed.
Standing in front of the shut restaurant, she was completely stunned.
Before crossing over, breakfast shops were open from dawn until noon.
It was only 9:30—how was it already closed?
And its lunch hours were 11 a.m. to 1 p.m.
Dinner hours were 5 p.m. to 7 p.m.
At all other times, no one could get in.
Su Qinghe: “……”
As expected of a state-owned restaurant!
As expected of a “iron rice bowl” job!
They really had confidence!
She shook her head helplessly and left.
She didn’t want snacks, and she didn’t know how to cook.
She didn’t rush home either, just walked slowly along the road.
Unlike her leisurely pace, most people she met were in a hurry, walking briskly and full of energy.
Their spirit and drive were, in her eyes, decades ahead of hers.
She felt a little envious, but not inspired.
Being reborn into a novel is already exhausting enough. Living in an era without internet, phones, delivery, or travel is already hard enough—so why shouldn’t she try to enjoy herself within her means?