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

"Actually, there's no need to trouble anyone else to protect me," Chai Xiaomi suddenly said. "Yu-ge, you guys just need to focus on catching that brat. As for my safety—"

She put her hands behind her back, slowly dragged out her words, and walked step by step to the boy who was sulking in the corner.

Suddenly, she leaped forward lightly, then bent down, approached Wu Li who was looking down, and announced in a clear, slightly mischievous voice:

"I'm leaving everything in the hands of my husband!"

Wu Li's fingers, which were playing with the silver bells, suddenly stopped. Before he could react, the person in front of him had already turned around lightly like a fluttering pink butterfly and was facing the crowd again.

It’s weird.

Wu Li pondered silently why she always carried this sweet, faint fragrance that seemed like a flower but wasn't; the closer one got, the clearer it became, disturbing one's mind.

"You all may not know this," Chai Xiaomi stopped and began to speak with an air of seriousness, her tone full of pride, "but my husband is not only incredibly handsome, his skills are absolutely top-notch!"

"He's the archer who can hit a target from a hundred paces, and also the mysterious and unpredictable master of sorcery. To say he has three heads and six arms, and is invulnerable to swords and spears, is an understatement! In short—"

She whirled around, facing Wu Li again, and gave him a bright thumbs-up, her smile dazzling: "This is it!"

What I fear most is that the air suddenly becomes quiet.

This barrage of mindless praise left everyone stunned.

Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yueyao exchanged a glance. They had never seen their younger brother with such great abilities before.

If I remember correctly, the time I encountered the banana spirit, I found him and Xiaomi next to the dog hole.

If they hadn't arrived in time, these two would probably have already become that monster's meal...

However, Chief Escort Yan enthusiastically clapped his hands, his voice booming, "Bravo!"

"I never imagined this young master would be so accomplished at such a young age," he said, praising Xiao Mi as well. "Not only is he young and promising, but he's also married such a clever and witty wife. What a blessing!"

You're on the right track! This guy is really on the right track!

Chai Xiaomi silently turned her thumb around and quietly gestured towards Yan Xingxiao.

"Tch, quirky and eccentric?"

Wu Li gave a soft hum and walked out, saying, "I think it's more like something strange."

He took large strides, his hands hanging at his sides swaying slightly with his movements. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the string of silver bells on his wrists would inadvertently brush against his clothes, making a series of clear, crisp sounds.

Ring ring...

It was no longer as dull as before.

Chai Xiaomi ran out of the house and grabbed his arm.

"Lili, I've been acting really strange today," she looked up, her expression serious. "Didn't you notice?"

Wu Li didn't stop walking. He wanted to pull his arm away, but she held him tightly, so he had no choice but to let her. Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at the girl's expectant face.

Yes, as always, a stubbornness tinged with silliness.

After looking at it for a while, I still couldn't see anything different from usual.

After a moment of silence, he finally couldn't help but ask, "What's strange about it?"

After all that suspense, the punchline finally caught, and Chai Xiaomi's eyes lit up: "I really like you!"

The boy stumbled and nearly fell forward.

He hurriedly steadied himself, and after standing still, he looked somewhat hastily at the girl beside him, his ears burning slightly.

"And one more thing," Chai Xiaomi continued, her tone light and cheerful like humming a song, "From now on, when we play rock-paper-scissors, I can only choose scissors."

Young people are always full of curiosity, and sure enough, he was lured into asking, "...Why?"

"because--"

She suddenly raised her hands and placed them against her cheeks, her fingertips pressed together, making a heart shape with her cheeks: "You are my fist pad."

Wu Li: "..."

He watched her make strange yet adorable gestures, not understanding what she was happy about, but he felt that her eyes were sparkling, filled with a light more dazzling than the Milky Way.

The words "idiot" and "moron" that were already on the tip of his tongue suddenly caught in his throat when he met those blinking eyes.

He swallowed it back in the end.

He paused, then reached out and, with a hint of embarrassment and anger, pinched her face hard.

"Utterly boring!"

The sound was even crisper than the sound of silver bells tinkling in the wind.

Watching the boy's retreating figure, Chai Xiaomi reached out and touched her cheek.

Seeing his fierce look just now, I really thought my face was going to be in trouble. Although she has a thick skin, she can't withstand being tormented like dough.

To his surprise, he only pinched it lightly, as lightly as if brushed by a feather, with almost no force.

It seems she's been cheered up.

A younger brother is still a younger brother after all; his emotional appeal combined with cheesy pickup lines can disarm him in an instant.

Even at night, he no longer went out alone, but stayed obediently in his room.

Because she needed to lure the little devil out tonight, Chai Xiaomi finished washing up and went to bed early. Based on the commotion from the previous night, she estimated that the strange noise would appear around midnight.

There are still two hours left in the ion time.

The candles in the room had long since gone out.

Chai Xiaomi lay listlessly on the bed, wrapping the bed curtains around her fingertips one by one, then unwrapping them, then wrapping them again, passing the time in this way.

With Wu Li in the room, she felt extremely at ease.

That little brat shouldn't pose any threat to him.

At this moment, she was more concerned that the two of them hadn't acted out their role properly. Jiang Zhiyu, Song Yueyao, and Yan Biaotou were currently standing guard on the roof, outside the door, and in the shadows outside the window, respectively.

Therefore, sleeping on the floor is naturally out of the question.

It is perfectly reasonable for a husband and wife to sleep in the same bed.

If they sleep in separate beds, it might arouse suspicion.

Even after the candle had been extinguished for a long time, Wu Li still hadn't gone to bed. It wasn't until Chai Xiaomi's eyes gradually adjusted to the darkness that she caught a glimpse of him sitting in a chair against the east wall—the furthest spot from the bed—by the faint moonlight streaming through the window.

"What are you doing, hiding so far away?" Chai Xiaomi asked in a low voice.

Whether it was because her voice sounded too abruptly in the darkness, or because her mind was tense due to the impending arrival of a ghost, the slender figure suddenly stiffened, as if frightened.

"Cough...nothing." The boy replied indifferently.

But there was a hint of barely suppressed panic hidden in his voice.

Huh? He can actually be afraid?

Chai Xiaomi lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment. She remembered that Wu Li had been imprisoned in a dark and sunless Gu cave by the high priest and had his body arbitrarily tortured. Could it be that he had developed some kind of stress reaction?

For example, fear of the dark or claustrophobia.

Behind the "miserable" in "beautiful, strong, and miserable" lies an unknown side.

Thinking of this, Chai Xiaomi didn't hesitate, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and put on her shoes in the dark.