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

"Lili, why can't I draw the arrow?" Chai Xiaomi raised the bow again, looking very serious. "Teach me quickly, I've been trying for ages."

Wu Li looked at this student who always slacked off in class, but her posture was actually quite good, no wonder he had taught her by hand. At this moment, she was tilting her head and struggling with the bowstring, and her cute posture made him subconsciously want to hug her from behind.

His hand had just been extended when it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

The word slowly surfaced in my mind—"nauseating".

Song Yueyao is a woman, and so is Mimi. There are always some common principles among women.

No, I can't stick to her all the time.

He withdrew his hand, crossed his arms, and leaned against the bedpost, only moving his lips: "Divine artifacts are usually forged from the condensed spiritual energy of heaven and earth. To control them, one must rely on one's own will. When you draw the bow, if your will is strong enough, the arrow will naturally materialize on the string."

He paused, then couldn't help but chuckle. "Mimi, give up. Is your desire to kill really that strong? Or are you desperately trying to destroy something? Probably not."

Judging from her appearance, she wouldn't even dare to kill a rabbit, so how could she possibly generate the kind of intent that collides with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?

Even before, she had instructed him to place a sound-transmitting Gu worm beside Ouyang Huai's pillow, indirectly sending him to his death. That night, as midnight approached, she was still having nightmares, muttering incoherently, "Don't take my life... back away... back away..."

Her hands unconsciously gripped his clothes tightly, her petite body trembling violently in his arms, covered in sweat, as if she were running and fleeing in a dream.

So he had no choice but to press his lips to her ear and gently coax her again and again: "Don't be afraid, the Gu worm is mine, so it was me who made it, it has nothing to do with you."

"No matter what happens, I will stand in front of you. All evil spirits will only come after me; they won't even be able to touch a single finger of yours."

He gently kissed her earlobe, her cheek, and her trembling lips in her sleep: "Mimi, I will always protect you, don't be afraid."

It took a long time to finally calm him down.

He gazed at the girl in his arms, her breathing deep and her sleeping face serene.

He himself was no longer sleepy. Afraid that she would fall into nightmares again, he gently picked her up and let her lie on his chest to sleep.

He gently stroked her back, one stroke at a time. It wasn't until the window paper turned bluish that he realized he had endured until dawn.

......

Chai Xiaomi turned her head and saw Wu Li leaning there, looking lazy and relaxed, his eyes momentarily fixed, as if he was thinking about something.

She narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"

He looked over leisurely, his eyes filled with undisguised laughter: "This bow, in your hands, is only fit to be a toy; its purpose is to amuse you."

"Who do you think you are!" Chai Xiaomi grabbed her bow, held it across his neck, and stood on tiptoe, her voice rising higher and higher, "Huh? Who do you think you are? Say it again!"

Wu Li smiled as she was forced to retreat step by step until her back hit the wall, leaving her with nowhere to go.

He was quite sensible; helpless, he lazily raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but the upturned corners of his eyes held a smile, clearly showing no fear whatsoever.

The cold bow immediately pressed against his chin, forcing him to tilt his head back, and his eyes could only look down at her.

But because he was tall, his lowered gaze, coupled with his slightly narrowed eyes, gave off a sense of superiority.

Even the smile at the corner of his mouth looked like he was mocking her.

Chai Xiaomi got even angrier.

She flicked her wrist, bent over, and pressed herself against him again: "What are you laughing at?"

Wu Li looked down at her, his Adam's apple bobbing as he bent over, his voice carrying a hint of helpless amusement: "I wasn't laughing."

"Do you think I'm blind?" she glared at him.

Often when forced into such a situation, Wu Li could already guess what Chai Xiaomi wanted to hear.

He moved his lips and whispered, "I was wrong, please forgive me, sister..."

With his Adam's apple pressed down by the bow, his voice became exceptionally low and hoarse, revealing a hint of submissive flattery.

"Hmm, your little mouth has improved again," Chai Xiaomi raised an eyebrow, finally showing a hint of a smile, "It's no longer coated with poison, but with honey."

Satisfied, she put away her bow, stared at him for two seconds, and then suddenly took a step forward.

Wu Li instinctively tried to lean back, but there was a wall behind him.

His fingers curled slightly, not because he didn't want to hug her, but because he was afraid she would get too attached to him.

He twitched the corner of his mouth and hid his hands behind his back.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his tone still lazy, though only he knew his voice trailed off a little.

Chai Xiaomi didn't say anything, but leaned forward again, her nose almost touching his chin. She tilted her head back, her eyes bright, like two little suns.

"Lili." She called his name softly.

"......Um."

Why are you dodging?

He paused.

Ignoring everything else, she reached behind him, grabbed his wrist, pulled it out, and pressed it against her waist.

"You're acting strange today." Chai Xiaomi pinched his wrist suspiciously, but didn't feel his arm tighten.

Since they got married, he would always take advantage of her moments of pleasure to lean in and kiss her, never missing an opportunity to get close. But today he was unusually mindful of boundaries, even deliberately keeping his distance.

Wu Li: "Something's not right?"

Chai Xiaomi squinted and looked him over for a while, gradually finding it strange.

Normally, in this position, he would have already lost control and kissed her.

Why are they showing no offensive attitude at all right now?

His hand remained obediently on her waist, his grip neither too tight nor too loose, like a wooden doll programmed with a set routine.

"..." Chai Xiaomi was speechless with anger; something was definitely wrong.

Driven by a sudden impulse, she leaned in and bit his lip.

"So fierce?" Wu Li licked the spot where she had been bitten, and even smiled slightly. "You retaliated against me like this because I said you couldn't use this bow?"

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, Chai Xiaomi didn't bother to investigate further.

She stepped back half a step, then changed the subject: "Tell me, if an apprentice can't learn a skill, is it the apprentice's fault or the master's?"

"It's naturally Master's fault," Wu Li replied subconsciously, her mind still reeling from the bite, without giving it much thought.

Chai Xiaomi's eyes lit up, and she looked at him with a smile: "Then I'll ask Master Wu to teach me how to concentrate my will and use the Ice Bow and Mystic Arrow. If you can't teach me, you'll be the worst master in the world."

"Even worse than Lao Ji."

Wu Li's romantic thoughts vanished instantly.

He could accept being the worst master in the world, but he absolutely could not accept being second to the white cat.

"..."

He looked down at her, his gaze complex.

half an hour.

"...Okay." He squeezed out the word through gritted teeth.