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

Is there something wrong with the alcohol?

Chai Xiaomi immediately imagined scenes from martial arts dramas where shady inns would poison people's food, knock them out, and then kill and chop them up to make human flesh buns.

"That won't do," she thought with a start, turning to walk towards the door. "I have to go and inform them."

Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yueyao's room was upstairs, while she and Wu Li happened to be staying in the last room on this floor, right next to the rooms of the escort agency's group.

Chai Xiaomi moved with lightning speed, about to push open the door, when a low, mocking laugh came from behind her.

She turned around in surprise.

Wu Li was slowly wiping away a drop of wine from the corner of his lips with his fingertip, and then leisurely placed the empty wine glass back on the table.

This casual and languid demeanor, devoid of the usual mischievous and roguish boyishness, inexplicably exudes a captivating charm.

He looked up, a hint of sarcasm flickering in his eyes: "So eager to care about them?"

"This wine's brewing method is quite unique, and it tastes good. How can you be so easily fooled, believing everything others say?"

Chai Xiaomi looked closely and saw that the cup of rice wine was already empty.

Ah, so he was just bluffing her. What a great actor.

She should have gotten used to his personality by now!

Chai Xiaomi sat down on the stool with a speechless expression, poured herself a cup, and wanted to taste just how delicious it was.

Chai Xiaomi doesn't drink alcohol and hates the sour and bitter taste of alcohol. Ever since she first came into contact with liqueur-filled chocolates as a child, she has never been able to understand why anyone would invent such an unpleasant-tasting liquid.

However, rice wine is a little different; it's sweet and delicious, and because she likes to eat fermented rice balls, she can also accept its taste.

Chai Xiaomi held the wine cup with both hands and took a small sip of rice wine.

Huh? It really is delicious, mellow and sweet. She took another sip, completely unaware that the boy beside her was silently stroking the empty cup with his fingertips, a strange and sinister smile flashing in his eyes.

Those deep, heterochromatic eyes were like an abyss, seemingly capable of swallowing everything.

He originally disdained to touch this dirty drink, but for some reason, seeing her anxious appearance just now, and thinking about the person she was anxious about, he felt as if he were back in that snowy day.

The chill was biting, penetrating to the bone marrow.

Suddenly I wanted to make her suffer too.

He had long noticed that she was very picky about food, and she would refuse to eat more than a bite if the food didn't suit her taste, even if she was hungry. If she knew what was mixed in the wine, she probably wouldn't be able to eat for days.

People like him...aren't they really annoying?

Born with a curse, no one who knew his origins would accept such a freak.

Not to mention liking it.

"You seem to particularly like them?" Wu Li suddenly asked, her voice low and gentle. "You hit it off immediately, you're very close. Were you so anxious just now because you were worried about Song Yueyao, or Jiang Zhiyu?"

Chai Xiaomi thought to herself that she had read the original novel, so she naturally felt close to the male and female protagonists. She felt like they were old acquaintances from the very beginning. "There is such a thing as compatible auras between people. Some people feel a connection at first sight and can't help but want to get closer and be attracted. This is very normal."

"So...who do you feel most at ease with? Who do you most want to be close to?"

Wu Li suddenly leaned closer.

His entire face was shrouded in the dim light, his expression as gloomy as a rain cloud, yet a mocking smile played at the corners of his mouth.

A sudden, oppressive feeling, like dark clouds pressing down on a city and threatening to destroy it, swept over Chai Xiaomi. She was intimidated by his gloomy and powerful aura and unconsciously took a half step back.

But Wu Li gave her no chance to dodge, grabbing her wrist and pinning her against the edge of the table.

"Answer me," he said, his voice deepening, "Who do you want to be closest to most? Song Yueyao, or Jiang Zhiyu?"

His black fingernails were exceptionally sharp, and he had probably been careful not to hurt her in the slightest during their time together.

But at this moment, Chai Xiaomi watched helplessly as a clear bloodstain was cut open on her fair wrist.

"They are both very nice, and I want to get close to them both." Chai Xiaomi tried to struggle her wrists, wanting to break free from the boy's suffocating grip, but his hand was like an iron clamp, the more she struggled, the tighter it tightened.

His long, slender knuckles turned white from the force he exerted, almost sinking into her flesh.

"You can only choose one." He looked at her, his eyes unfathomable.

"You're hurting me..." Her voice was filled with grievance, not understanding why Wu Li was asking such a meaningless question.

After a moment of thought, she suddenly realized that in the original story, he was a paranoid and possessive villain. Therefore, he would not allow anyone else to touch anything he had decided on, whether it was an object or a person.

So... he forbids her from getting too close to Song Yueyao? He forbids her from caring about Song Yueyao?

In the original story, he and Jiang Zhiyu were competing for power, but now he's competing with her?

Chai Xiaomi looked into his sinister eyes; the heterochromatic pupils seemed shrouded in a thick black fog, making them even more profound and terrifying.

She got it.

She understood.

This must mean that she should keep her distance from Song Yueyao. When Song Yueyao styled her hair earlier, she seemed to have already been harboring some anger.

So Chai Xiaomi obediently replied, "I choose Jiangzhiyu."

She was afraid that if she answered Song Yueyao at this moment, it would instantly ignite his yandere tendencies and turn him into a dark, jealous person.

The love at first sight of a yandere is truly terrifying.

Once you fall in love, you become obsessed, possessive, and devoted until death do you part.

The five words were spoken, and then the room fell silent.

Wu Li's eyelids were lowered, and his dark blue eyelashes concealed all the emotions in his eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, his gaze slowly shifted to the scorpion tattoo on the back of Chai Xiaomi's hand. He pulled it close to his eyes to admire it, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Chai Xiaomi looked up in a daze, unsure if she was seeing things. She suddenly realized that there was a hint of obsession and bitterness in that smile.

In the flickering candlelight, it blossoms with an almost broken, morbid beauty.

"Jiang Zhiyu." After a long silence, he suddenly chuckled, his voice carrying an indescribable meaning.

"He's really likable, spirited and chivalrous. You like him too, right?"

Her liking for him was due to a love spell, while her appreciation for Jiang Zhiyu was probably from her true heart.

If it weren't for the love potion, after witnessing his cruelty towards human life, she would probably have avoided him like the plague long ago.

Chai Xiaomi was taken aback when she heard this. How did it escalate to liking someone?

She quickly shook her head: "Don't you know who I like?"

She confessed her feelings on her very first day to save her life.

"Oh?" He leaned closer, his warm breath almost brushing against her cheek. "Then tell me, who do you like?"

Thump—thump—

My heartbeat suddenly became erratic.

The boy's beautiful face was so close, and the childish mischief he usually displayed during their bickering had faded away.

At this moment, the corners of his eyes were slightly red and gently upturned. His eyes, filled with amber and pale purple luster, could move everything in their entirety and intoxicate the soul, as if they were the most beautiful scenery in the world.

She looks exactly like a top-tier succubus who would seduce virtuous women.

As their breaths mingled, mingled with the clear, sweet aroma of rice wine, Chai Xiaomi's head began to throb.

Whether driven by alcohol or the recurring dream, she slowly raised her eyes, her breath slightly ragged, her cheeks flushed, but her gaze went straight into his eyes:

"Just you wait and see."

Her voice was soft, tinged with a hint of intoxication.

"I only kiss...the people I like..."