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

The scream came from the guardhouse.

Because of the commotion, by the time Chai Xiaomi arrived with Wu Li, a room on the second floor was already surrounded by people.

Besides the members of the escort team, there were also several waiters from the inn.

The men in the escort team were all burly and strong, with muscular bodies and tall stature.

The narrow, carved wooden doors were completely blocked by only three people standing in front of them, with hurried voices and suppressed sobs coming through the gaps.

Chai Xiaomi stood on tiptoe and tried to jump a few times, but her view was still completely blocked by his broad shoulders and back.

Undeterred, she strained upwards with all her might, but unfortunately, it was all in vain.

The guy in front of us was so tall and strong that he was practically a human wall.

Just as she was feeling annoyed, she caught a glimpse of Wu Li beside her, arms crossed, leaning lazily against the door frame, his gaze easily passing over the wall of people and peering into the room.

Damn, being tall is really appealing.

"What's going on inside?" Chai Xiaomi poked his arm. "Is there a rat infestation in this house too?"

Wu Li glanced at him indifferently: "Don't you have eyes?"

Chai Xiaomi: "..."

I have eyes, but I don't have a head!

She was certain that this guy was a Scorpio!

It was just a kiss, yet he's still holding a grudge. Besides, she lied to him and said she didn't remember, but he's still resentful and won't give her a kind look.

Forget it, it's better to rely on yourself than to ask others for help.

She turned around and gently patted the back of the bodyguard in front of her.

"Excuse me......"

The man, already distraught at the sudden turn of events involving his head镖师's wife, became even more furious at the disturbance. Without turning around, he waved his hand and shouted, "Quiet! Can't you see it's a mess?"

After he finished shouting gruffly, he turned around impatiently, only to be met with a small face peeking out from under a white fox fur cloak.

Her face was fair and radiant, covered in downy hair, and her eyes were clear and bright, though her dark circles made her look somewhat tired. She was looking at him with a hint of apology.

The bodyguard's frustration instantly vanished, his dark face flushed red, and he felt ashamed of his earlier rudeness.

He had traveled all over the country and seen a lot of the world, but he had never seen such a beautiful and intelligent girl.

"I'm so sorry, young lady." He scratched his head awkwardly, his rough voice unconsciously softening. "You... is something wrong?"

"Big brother, sorry to bother you," Chai Xiaomi smiled at him kindly, her eyes crinkling, polite and courteous. "Was that scream from inside this house? Did something happen?"

Her sweet and caring smile warmed the bodyguard's heart, and he was about to explain the whole story in detail.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed the girl without saying a word.

The bodyguard looked at him and saw that he was a handsome young man.

"There was a woman inside who tried to commit suicide," he explained to the girl, looking straight ahead. "She hanged herself, but was rescued and is currently receiving treatment."

He paused, then added, "The scene isn't pleasant; don't go any closer."

There was not a trace of sympathy in his tone; it was indifferent, as if it were none of his business, and even had a hint of schadenfreude.

Seeing his attitude and his rough handling of the girl, the bodyguard felt a surge of anger and a desire to play the hero: "Why are you touching me? The girl is asking me a question, who gave you the right to interrupt?"

Wu Li frowned almost imperceptibly, finally shifting his gaze from inside the door to the bodyguard's face.

"I was the one she asked first."

"You..." The bodyguard was about to challenge him when a sharp pain suddenly shot through his back, followed by an unbearable itch all over his body. However, with the girl in front of him, he didn't want to lose face, so he forced himself to hold back and didn't dare to scratch, his face turning a deep purplish-red.

But when she looked up again, the light pink hem of her skirt had already flashed past through the crowd.

The girl had long since disappeared.

When Chai Xiaomi heard that someone had hanged themselves, her heart skipped a beat. Without thinking of anything else, she buried her head and squeezed into the crowd.

"Excuse me, excuse me!"

Her mind was filled with the "golden rescue time." People in ancient times probably didn't have the concept of modern first aid, so time couldn't be wasted.

After finally squeezing to the front, I discovered that the one who had saved the person was Jiang Zhiyu. He was squatting on the ground, his fingers on the injured person's wrist, intently taking the pulse.

A woman lay on the ground, her face pale and bluish-purple, with a shocking deep red ligature mark on her neck.

Typical signs of asphyxiation.

When I was learning to swim, my coach specifically taught me standard CPR and artificial respiration.

"Brother Yu, let me do it! I can save her!" She pushed Jiang Zhiyu's shoulder without saying a word.

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback, then turned to meet her eyes, which were filled with certainty.

A strange sense of trust welled up inside him, and without asking any further questions, he immediately stepped aside to give up his seat.

Chai Xiaomi immediately knelt down beside the woman, folded her hands, found the right pressure point, and pressed down rhythmically.

While pressing down, he hummed a song.

Jiang Zhiyu was taken aback, and suddenly began to doubt the trust he had just shown.

"What...what are you doing to Yue Niang?!" The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) beside him, tears still glistening in his eyes, was filled with shock and anger.

"Save people, don't bother me!"

Without even looking up, Chai Xiaomi hurriedly answered, not bothering to explain further, and continued singing:

"The vast horizon is my love, and flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills!"

What kind of rhythm is the most swaying? What kind of singing is the most joyful?

The coach used "The Most Dazzling Ethnic Trend" specifically to teach everyone, calling it a life-saving anthem. He instructed us to press the keys according to the rhythm, ensuring a stable pressing frequency without affecting the number of repetitions.

But as the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) watched his wife's limp body tremble under the young girl's weight, his heart sank. Seeing that she not only continued singing but was also singing with great enthusiasm, he was finally overcome with grief and indignation, and rushed forward, wailing:

"Stop! Stop right now!"

Jiang Zhiyu was also completely bewildered by Chai Xiaomi's bizarre "treatment," and his reaction was a beat slow in his stunned state. Just as the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) was about to bump into Chai Xiaomi—

A dark shadow suddenly flashed by.

The cold bow moved from back to front, precisely looping over the man's head, the taut bowstring suddenly tightening around his neck.

The momentum of the dart-wielding leader's charge suddenly froze, and a sharp pain shot through his neck.

Wu Li stood behind him, holding the bow handle, and gently pulled back with a slight force on his wrist, his voice devoid of emotion: "What's the rush? The person hasn't been pinned down yet."

The head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) was both in pain and furious, and he hissed, "If anything happens to Yue Niang, I'll make you pay!"

Before he could finish speaking, another figure flashed over.

The crescent-shaped dagger in Song Yueyao's hand spun out two cold flashes of light, and the next moment, the sharp tip was already pressed against the dart leader's chin. "Don't even think about touching my sister! She kindly saved your wife, don't be ungrateful!"

"Look at her—" Song Yueyao turned her head as if to point.

Just then, Chai Xiaomi's energetic pressing of the keyboard suddenly intensified, and her voice rang out: "You are the most beautiful cloud in my sky!"

"She...cough!" Song Yueyao coughed lightly, startled by the untimely singing, and quickly turned her face back, her tone resolute: "She works so hard. Don't you think so, Jiang Zhiyu!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jiang Zhiyu hurriedly echoed, then turned to the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) and gently advised, "Sir, please calm down for now. Why not observe the situation for a while longer?"