The moonlight gently sprinkled in front of the farmhouse. The night breeze was wrapped with the fragrance of grass and trees, mixed with the faint light of fireflies in the distance.Lin Mian and Jinchen moved the wooden table to the yard, and piled it with dried star grass, lavender, chamomile and a few sprigs of fresh rosemary.The black cat squatted at the corner of the table, with its tail raised high, and its purple eyes staring at the fireflies swimming in the grass.It suddenly jumped out, its paw pads slapping against the grass with a slight rustling sound, but the firefly dodged lightly, leaving a golden line in front of its nose, causing it to let out an unwilling gurgling sound in its throat."Ow!"Ling Gungun made a rude mocking sound, and in the blink of an eye he picked up a carrot as a teething stick."Be gentle when grinding, don't disperse the aroma of the star grass!"Grum commanded, sitting next to a jar of cherry jam, his two short legs dangling in the air.He was holding a wooden spoon that was almost as long as his arm and was scooping crimson jam from the jar into his mouth. His cheeks were red, like a ripe berry.Suddenly, Groom leaned over to reach the rosemary on the corner of the table, and the wooden spoon hit the edge of the jar with a clang, and he almost fell into it.Jinchen quickly grabbed the jar and lifted him up."Beware the dwarves who become cherry jam filling.""Oh, thank you, impolite young man."Grumm jumped twice in anger.Jinchen casually broke the rosemary branch into two pieces, rubbed the back of Lin Mian's hand and put it into the mortar.The herbs were ground into fine green powder in a stone mortar. The powder of the star grass glowed with a faint silver light, mixed with the purple of lavender and the white of chamomile.Jinchen was sitting on the rattan chair beside him, her slender fingers weaving tuberose and evening primrose into a wreath. Occasionally, she looked up at Lin Mian, her emerald green pupils reflecting the moonlight.At this moment, Lin Mian didn't really want to look him in the eye.The elves at night seem to be more charming than those during the day, enough to make people blush and their hearts beat faster.How could Jinchen not see that his wife did it on purpose?"We have to go around like this." Jinchen suddenly leaned over and enveloped Lin Mian with the natural scent of sunken wood.He held Lin Mian's wrist and adjusted the rhythm, his hair brushing across Lin Mian's reddened ears, "Don't use too much force."The black cat was chasing a firefly and jumped onto the wooden table. Its paw pads overturned the bamboo sieve containing chamomile.Jinchen hooked his finger without looking back, and a gust of wind came to hold up the sieve that was about to overturn, and it fell steadily back on the table.Lin Mian slowed down and threw the black cat off the table."Okay." When Jinchen stepped back, he put the woven wreath on Lin Mian's head.Creamy white and lavender flowers are intertwined into a crown, and star grass is dotted among the hanging vines.He put one on himself and leaned over to ask Lin Mian, a faint smile on his lips, "Kun Kun, does it look good?"Lin Mian looked at the person in the moonlight and suddenly held his breath.The loose hair on Jinchen's forehead was lifted by the night wind, revealing his smooth forehead. The wreath flowed in his hair with a shining luster, and the whole person looked like a god walking out of an ancient Western mural.And when that pair of emerald eyes looked over, Lin Mian clearly saw his own reflection in the other's eyes.The ends of her hair were stained with grass leaves, and her cheeks were slightly red from the night dew, like a wild rose growing clumsily beside an altar."nice."Lin Mian heard his voice was a little hoarse, and hurriedly grabbed the mortar and continued grinding. The aroma of the herbs became stronger as he moved, but it couldn't suppress the burning temperature on his ears. Grumm yawned while holding an empty wooden spoon: "Young elves love to make trouble. We make wreaths to honor our loved ones..."Before he could finish his words, the tablecloth thrown by Ling Gungun covered his head and fell into the jar of cherry jam with a plop."Why don't you look at me if you look good?"Jinchen pinched the wreath on Lin Mian's head and poked his shoulder, taking advantage of the situation to the extreme.Lin Mian was successfully annoyed.He held Jinchen's face and squeezed it, suppressing his previous thoughts. "Stop making trouble. It looks very beautiful, especially beautiful. Okay."Jinchen's handsome face was squeezed and distorted. He nodded hurriedly, speaking incoherently: "...Okay!"The two of them got closer, Jinchen lowered his head and rubbed the tip of Lin Mian's nose, "Let go, you're wrong."Lin Mian ruffled his hair, moved the bench and continued making sachets.[The villain's heart rate is detected +8, totaling 21! 】Jinchen laughed, supported his chin with one hand and looked at him, occasionally adding some elves' blessing magic into the mortar.As the night deepened, the five sewn sachets were laid out in the moonlight, each bulging with sleeping herbs and magic.Jinchen's fingers were still wrapped around the vines for making a wreath, while Lin Mian, who was making the whole process, was made drowsy by the smoke of the star grass and stumbled several times with his vision blurred.When the work was finally completed, Lin Mian fell to the side again due to sleepiness.After Jinchen adjusted his sitting position, this time she finally fell into his arms accurately.Jinchen gently hugged Lin Mian's waist, stretched out his hand to touch the hair on his forehead, and whispered tentatively: "Sleepy."“…Hmm.” Lin Mian was so sleepy that he was half conscious and on the verge of falling asleep. After a while, he hummed softly.Jinchen sat upright, hugged Lin Mian in his arms again, and whispered in her ear: "Would you like me to go to sleep? If yes, nod your head."Lin Mian only felt that the fragrance of the elf was particularly helpful for sleeping, and the neck was soft when leaning against it. He rubbed it subconsciously and nodded."Okay, let's go to bed." Jin Chen succeeded in fooling Lin Mian and picked him up, signaling Ling Gungun with his eyes."Ow~"Ling Gungun nodded, took the five sachets in his mouth and put them into the straw basket to be used outside tomorrow, and covered it with a coarse checkered cloth.The courtyard under the moon gradually became quiet, and the magic of star grass floated in the air.The dwarf Grum crawled out of the jar, cast a cleansing spell on himself, shook his head, and picked up the herb clippings on the ground."Untidy young man!"-Compared with the relaxed and warm atmosphere of the farm, Jiang Ji, who praised Haikou in a hurry, seemed a little overwhelmed.If he can’t buy medicine for the child, how can he know how to treat the child’s insomnia?In the end, it was Qin Zong, who came from the special forces, who temporarily found some calming and sleep-inducing herbs near the orchard and boiled them into juice according to the usual proportions.It smells bitter, and after it's cooked, it still produces bubbling black bubbles.Jiang Ji didn't dare to try it himself, and told Qin Zong that he believed in his ability. The trusting look in his eyes eased Qin Zong's tense mentality in recent times.But precisely because of this, Qin Zong wanted to uncover the secret of the farm as soon as possible, otherwise with those two people around, Jiang Ji would always be bullied.As I thought of this, it was already night.Qin Zong turned over and faced the window, the moonlight was dim.He touched his ears unconsciously, let go of Jiang Ji in his arms, stood up, climbed out the window and left the orchard.