Don't mess with that Miao boy, he's sickly and perverted.

I didn't sleep well last night, and then I got up early this morning to work as a makeup artist.

Chai Xiaomi was so exhausted she felt like she was falling apart. She dragged her heavy body to the bedside, too weak to even lift the bed curtains. She simply collapsed onto the bed through the slightly open gap.

A slender figure bumped open the silk curtains, causing them to ripple with soft, delicate wrinkles, the edges swaying gently like water.

Wu Li's breath hitched suddenly, and he subconsciously straightened his bent knees.

The next instant, a soft fragrance enveloped him, and he was violently knocked onto the bed by the drowsy force.

Ok?

Why did her soft bedding become so hard?

Chai Xiaomi lazily opened her eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

I was completely dumbfounded.

Their noses were almost touching, and their breaths mingled silently.

This stirred up the already chaotic atmosphere even deeper and more turbid, completely sinking it into the vortex.

A buzzing sound filled Wu Li's ears, as if a thousand cicadas were chirping, making him dizzy. The girl's face was close to his eyes, so close that he could almost see the fine, soft downy hairs on her cheeks.

For some reason, she looked unusually different today.

Those bright, dark almond-shaped eyes were now veiled in surprise, and her cheeks were flushed like a tide.

That blush wasn't the flush that rose when she was angry, nor the dry red that appeared when she was tired from walking in the sun. Instead, it was like a ripe peach, so full that it seemed as if it would burst with sweet juice at the slightest touch, making his breathing become erratic.

He stared intently at her flushed face, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.

What to do...

He seems... to want to eat people again.

On the verge of restraint, a bow seemed to appear in my mind, stretching reason to its limit, about to crumble and collapse.

But if he really ate it, where would he find another idiot to keep by his side anytime, anywhere to make him laugh?

Seeing this, the red dragon flicked its tail and slithered out, making sure to quietly close the gaps tightly as it swam out of the tent.

"Leave, leave!"

Two words: gritted teeth.

Chai Xiaomi tilted her head slightly and caught a glimpse of his boots. Her face immediately hardened. She suspected he was deliberately retaliating for their cold war the night before. "Why are you wearing your shoes on my bed?!"

But the boy beneath her just stared at her without blinking, without uttering a sound. His eyelashes were long and thin, like raven feathers, each one distinct, trembling slightly with his gaze.

The light and shadow shifted deep within the heterochromatic eyes, dark and profound, like a long, boundless night, unfathomable.

Chai Xiaomi patted his shoulder, pretending to get up, "Hey, say something? You sneaked out again in the middle of the night. If you don't want to share a room with me, just say so. I'll just get you another one—"

Before he could finish speaking, the young man wrapped his arm around her slender waist and suddenly flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

With his other hand, he placed her two slender wrists together and pressed them against the pillow.

"What are you doing?"

Chai Xiaomi opened her eyes wide in astonishment, her wrists were gripped tightly, and she couldn't break free at all.

The boy's eyes were tinged with red at the corners, and his pupils flickered with an unfathomable dark light.

She saw his crimson lips slightly parted, and beneath them she could vaguely see the sharp tips of white canine teeth, just like him—a quirky and unruly nature concealing a subtle sharpness.

Wu Li stared at her silently for a while.

He won't eat.

Take a bite... it should be fine, right?

Just one bite.

Otherwise, he felt like a fish that had been washed ashore by the waves and was on the verge of death, being roasted by the scorching sun, unable to breathe, and about to suffocate at any moment.

If you're going to bite, you should bite the softest part.

For example, this rosy cheek, every time I pinch it, it feels like touching a freshly steamed glutinous rice ball.

At this moment, whether from anger or embarrassment, her face turned even redder.

This isn't a glutinous rice ball; it's a ripe peach that oozes sweet juice at the slightest touch.

The boy's eyes were already glazed over, his thick eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings in the wind, and even his breathing was fragmented.

The silver earrings and hair ornaments swayed slightly, and the soft clinking sound brought Chai Xiaomi back to her senses.

She watched as he turned his head and leaned closer.

Then he opened his mouth and gently kissed her cheek...

Chai Xiaomi suddenly froze.

The force was like holding a cotton candy in your mouth, as if it would melt away with the slightest pressure. She could feel his teeth trembling slightly, as if he was struggling between biting and not biting.

This is a protracted tug-of-war.

In the end, Wu Li simply pressed down very lightly with the tip of his tiger tooth, leaving a shallow mark.

His cool lips brushed against my skin, then he turned his head a few inches away and gave my cheek a second light bite.

Chai Xiaomi was both embarrassed and ashamed by his nonsensical behavior.

Her face felt itchy, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck, twisting it as she gently scolded, "What are you doing! You've eaten all the powder on my face!"

Wu Li was lying on top of her, the two of them very close. The body in his arms was twisting and turning restlessly, her outer robe slightly open, and the ties of her ruqun skirt a little loose.

The soft touch from beneath the fabric came in waves, so distinct that his whole body tensed up instantly.

"Don't move!"

He shouted to stop him in a hoarse voice, his words almost escaping his teeth.

The initial heat and suffocation that had surged through his veins after those two light bites had subsided slightly, but her touch only intensified the fire within him.

The string in my mind was stretched to the point of breaking.

Chai Xiaomi froze instantly after being shouted at like that.

As far as I can remember, this was the first time Wu Li had ever raised his voice at her.

Although he doesn't usually speak very gently, he has never used such a loud voice before.

Then I thought about his attitude when he spoke to Song Yueyao.

Her heart clenched, and she stared at him incredulously, her voice tinged with grievance: "Why are you yelling at me?!"

He was the one who bit her first, and she hasn't even scolded him yet.

"I didn't," he denied vehemently, his voice lowered even further.

"You have it, you clearly do!"

Chai Xiaomi was so angry that she kicked her legs, wanting to kick him down.

But in the struggle, her movements suddenly stopped.

Something seems... off...

Suddenly, the teasing remark from Hua Niang flashed through my mind—

"Your husband isn't young, is he?"

Chai Xiaomi blinked slowly, as if... it was quite abrupt.

Wu Li suddenly gasped.

This torment at this moment feels a thousand times more scorching than the worms crawling through my limbs and bones.

He suddenly sprang to his feet, almost stumbling as he flung open the curtains and rushed out.

Chai Xiaomi heard the sound of a table corner shifting and a porcelain cup clinking to the ground coming from outside the tent.

He probably bumped into it by accident.

She sat up, lifted the curtain and looked out. Luckily, there was a thick carpet on the ground; otherwise, if she had broken a porcelain cup from the Illusionary Sound Pavilion, she would have had to pay for it again, since everything used here was valuable.

Her gaze swept over an incense burner on the table, and suddenly she understood something.

I just heard the courtesans mention that, in order to keep their patrons excited, each room in the brothel is filled with aphrodisiac scents, which only work on men.

Therefore, Wu Li's situation just now can be reasonably explained.

With a flushed face, Chai Xiaomi quickly walked to the table, picked up the porcelain cup from the ground, poured a cup of tea, and poured it over the top of the incense burner. The wisp of white smoke that had been rising instantly dissipated and vanished without a trace.

"What are you doing?" Wu Li sat awkwardly on the chaise lounge, rubbing his knee that he had just bumped. In his panic, he had deliberately slammed his knee against the corner of the table, hoping to relieve the discomfort with pain.

Fortunately, it had some effect.

"I'll put out the fire for you." Chai Xiaomi held up the teapot and pointed to the "culprit," the incense burner.

Wu Li clearly didn't understand and asked, bewildered, "What fire?"

Chai Xiaomi: "..."

Her silence was deafening.

No, brother, don't you know where on fire you are?

Shouldn't she kindly remind him that he could use his hands?

This poor child, spending her days with snakes, birds, and poisonous insects, is still not as well off as her "well-reading books".

Chai Xiaomi looked at him with a conflicted expression for a while.

I'd better not say it, it's too embarrassing.