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

Wu Li bent down, chose a suitable position, carefully inserted the hairpin into her hair bun, and then carefully adjusted the angle.

Chai Xiaomi subconsciously held her breath.

A thin braid hanging from the boy's long hair gently brushed against her cheek, causing a ticklish sensation.

She raised her hand to scratch, but her gaze involuntarily drifted upwards.

His neck was slightly elongated, revealing the faint outline of blue veins, and his Adam's apple was prominent, yet the lines were smooth and distinct.

Chai Xiaomi turned her head slightly, and in the dim light, only the lower half of his extremely indifferent face could be seen.

She noticed that when Wu Li was focused on his work or deep in thought, his expression always exuded a coldness that kept people at a distance.

Even her two rouge-red lips seemed cold.

Just like in my dream, it was the perfect thickness, with a moist sheen, and the corners of my lips seemed to be tinged with a slightly aloof curve.

...Would it be cold when we kiss?

Chai Xiaomi was startled by the sudden thought that popped into her head.

Just a moment ago, she suddenly remembered the boy in her dream, his eyes reddening, asking in a seductive low voice, "Want to kiss me?"

Chai Xiaomi, what are you thinking?!

It's probably because he read too many posts during the summer vacation, which filled his head with pornographic material!

It's also Wu Li's fault. Why does a boy have to be so beautiful and alluring? How can someone's lips be naturally so red and glossy, as if they have lip gloss on them?

While she was lost in thought, Wu Li had already straightened the tassels hanging from the hairpin and looked down at her: "You greedy, lazy bum, I took one of your earrings off for you. How are you going to thank me?"

Faced with his suddenly close face, Chai Xiaomi's heart raced uncontrollably. In her haste, she dodged backward, losing her balance along with the chair.

Just as she was about to fall backward, Wu Li reacted quickly, catching her by the waist and pulling her back into his arms.

He said with dissatisfaction, "Is your butt crooked? You can't even sit upright on the stool, you almost ruined my freshly cut hair."

Chai Xiaomi's ears burned, but she refused to admit defeat: "Who told you to suddenly get so close? You startled me!"

"I'm not going to eat you, what's the panic?" Wu Li chuckled. "Could it be that you're just startling yourself because of those ghost stories told by the innkeeper?"

Chai Xiaomi continued to be stubborn: "What's there to be afraid of? I'm not as timid as you think."

Wu Li: "Fine, if you're brave enough, don't close the window tonight."

"Fine, I won't close it then. I was just finding this room stuffy anyway," Chai Xiaomi said, walking to the window and pushing the wooden window open a little more.

The reason they were so confident was because they had booked a total of three guest rooms.

Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yueyao each occupied a room, while she and Wu Li, who already had a "child," naturally shared a room.

With the strongest fighter from the original book by her side, Chai Xiaomi was naturally less afraid.

There was only one bed in the room, and another problem arose.

"Who will get this bed tonight?" Chai Xiaomi said seriously. "Let's be fair, rock-paper-scissors."

Wu Li raised an eyebrow slightly, revealing a hint of doubt.

Chai Xiaomi then gave a brief explanation of the rules.

He could play "stone" and "cloth" in no time, but he had never made the "V" sign in his life. He tried a few times, but his index and middle fingers always ended up sticking together.

"This isn't a hand gesture, it's a pair of scissors!" Chai Xiaomi reached out and gently separated his two fingers, lecturing seriously, "Don't close them!"

"That's it, that's it. Now you pick scissors." She took a step back, a sly glint in her eyes. "Come on, let's try it—rock, paper, scissors!"

The two of them took action at the same time.

Wu Li gave a perfect "Yay!" this time.

"Sorry." Chai Xiaomi shook her clenched fist, her eyes crinkling with laughter, "I won, the bed is mine."

Wu Li: "..."

The boy's competitive spirit flared up, "No, let's try again."

Chai Xiaomi sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest: "We've already finished the competition, you can't cheat now."

Wu Li was so angry she almost laughed: "Who's being a cheater here?"

"I didn't—" Chai Xiaomi tried to argue, but her words stopped abruptly.

Because the cold, red-spotted snake had somehow crawled onto her body, coiled around her arm, and was flicking its red tongue at her.

The threat couldn't be clearer.

"Let's have another match?" Wu Li glanced at the red dragon leisurely, his fingertips tapping lightly on the bed railing, making a soft "tap, tap" sound.

The voice was unhurried, like a countdown to death, sending a chill down Chai Xiaomi's spine. She could only stand up sullenly: "Fine, let's compete then. Who's afraid of who?"

Having thoroughly mastered the rules, Wu Li won with a single strike.

Chai Xiaomi cleared her throat: "Best of three."

Wu Li: "I won too."

Chai Xiaomi: "Best of five, I guess."

Wu Li: "You'll still lose."

......

Chai Xiaomi: "Let's go again... Best of seventeen!"

Wu Li finally looked up: "Are you ever going to stop?"

In those dozen or so games, he had actually let the game go to waste.

This shameless freeloader in front of him either complained about making a mistake or deliberately slowed down, and he had turned a blind eye to it all, letting her slip through the cracks. He never expected that she would still refuse to admit defeat.

"This really is the last round," Chai Xiaomi said, pressing a finger to her nose and softening her voice, "Just the last one..."

The red dragon coiled around her arm rolled its eyes helplessly, then simply rested its head on her shoulder and closed its eyes to pretend to sleep.

It knows its master too well; its inherent pride and indomitable spirit are deeply buried within it.

If he had been willing to yield and beg for mercy before the high priest, he might have suffered less physical torment, but he refused, preferring to endure the pain until he lost consciousness. He would feign innocence and innocence, but he would never show weakness.

Chai Xiaomi glanced sideways at the snake head on her shoulder, which was brazenly using her as a habitat and sleeping with its eyes closed on her shoulder.

Suddenly remembering the time she was startled awake by it in her sleep, Chai Xiaomi had second thoughts. She thought: If I manage to get the bed and upset Wu Li, who knows if he'll try the same trick again...

Thinking of this, she changed her mind and softened her tone: "Oh, fine, I give up, you can go to sleep—"

"On the ground," Wu Li suddenly interrupted her.

He turned and walked towards the cabinet, his tone indifferent: "I just checked, there's an extra set of bedding inside, go get it and make my bed."

He paused, glanced back at the pillow she had crumpled slightly, and scoffed, "You've already slept on the bed, do you think anyone wants to take it from you? The mattress on it is so soft and uncomfortable."

Upon hearing this, the red dragon, who was dozing with its eyes closed, suddenly opened its eyes.

Is your bed uncomfortable?

It clearly remembered that its owner used to love sleeping on haystacks because they were soft and warm enough.

Even though they had already won, they insisted on sleeping on the floor. What was the owner thinking?