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

Wu Li's blood must be useful; that's why he was in such a hurry to make her drink it.

This thought sustained her, and she mustered all her strength to gently suckle at the slightly bleeding spot a few times, like a baby nursing.

Moist, warm, and soft.

Her tongue, like a nimble yet flustered little fish, entwined around his fingertips and traced across his sensitive fingertips.

A subtle yet distinct shiver suddenly erupted from that point, rushing up the spine through the veins.

Wu Li stared blankly as she held his finger between her lips, watching her once cherry-pink lips become stained with his blood in a decadent, vibrant color.

It felt like something invisible had hit my chest hard, leaving a dull, numb sensation.

That hasty and awkward kiss suddenly crashed into my mind without warning!

At that moment, her lips merely pressed awkwardly against mine, lightly brushing against mine.

But what if... what if, at this moment, a tongue as nimble as a small fish was entwined not with his fingers, but with his...

Damn!

What is he thinking?!

Wu Li's ears suddenly burned, and a strange heat made him dizzy.

He hastily and forcefully pulled his finger out of her mouth, his voice hoarse:

"That's enough! One drop is enough. Are you a leech?"

The lingering warm, damp sensation on my fingertips burned into my skin like fire.

Wu Li curled his fingers and almost frantically pulled the girl out of his arms, turning his face away.

A visible blush quickly spread from her ears to the side of her neck.

On the other side, Yan Xingxiao was still laughing loudly, and not only was he laughing, but he also danced around the house.

Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yueyao each held one of his arms, and no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't make him stop.

"Think of something quick! Will this lousy talisman even work, Jiang Zhiyu?!" Song Yueyao, sweating profusely, couldn't help but yell, "What happened to all the skills you learned from Master Ji? Have you forgotten them all?!"

"It wasn't that brat's doing..." Jiang Zhiyu looked at the ineffective talismans scattered on the ground with a worried expression, panting, "I checked, there's no evil energy on Chief Escort Yan at all, how could this suddenly happen?"

The only explanation is that he has a hidden illness, such as epilepsy.

After consuming Wu Li's blood, whether it was psychological or not, Chai Xiaomi felt as if her mental state had recovered from near death to being full of energy.

Seeing that Jiang Zhiyu and Song Yueyao were about to be overwhelmed by Yan Xingxiao, she hurriedly ran forward to lend a hand.

"Head镖师 Yan, your dance was excellent, but don't do it again next time!"

With both arms being held, Chai Xiaomi had no choice but to bend down and hug Yan Xingxiao's leg.

The moment she wrapped her arms around his calves.

Yan Xingxiao froze abruptly, his laughter and movements ceasing abruptly.

Jiang Zhiyu was also stunned. So all he had to do was hug her legs?

Unbeknownst to anyone, the scorpion tattoo on the back of Chai Xiaomi's hand flashed with a barely perceptible dark light for an extremely brief moment.

The moment the halo faded, Yan Xingxiao's laughter also stopped completely.

He stood there blankly, blinking.

It seems... the itching has stopped?

"My goodness! I'm exhausted!" He let out a heavy breath, wiping away the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes and the sweat from his forehead. "It felt like thousands of bugs were crawling all over me! It was so itchy I couldn't say a word, I just wanted to laugh!"

Chai Xiaomi quietly released her grip, took two steps back, pinched her nose, and whispered, "Chief镖头 Yan, haven't you...never bathed in quite a few days?"

When she hugged his leg just now, she thought she smelled a faint sour smell.

To be honest, before this, she thought that people in ancient times were quite particular.

Not to mention that Xiao Wuli was a dirty little beggar when he was young, but now he is exceptionally clean. He always washes himself when he encounters a clear mountain spring on the road. There is also hot spring water in the mountain stream occasionally. However, he does not seem to like the wooden tubs in the inn, but prefers the running water outside.

Needless to say, the two main characters were raised in the palace, so their personal hygiene was naturally impeccable.

Yan Xingxiao was clearly taken aback by the girl's direct question, and immediately blushed deeply, scratching the back of his head as he stammered, "It's been...it's been two days..."

Now he was even more embarrassed to mention the itching, and wished he could immediately change his story and say that he had just wanted to dance to liven things up.

After Yan Xingxiao's unusual behavior was finally brought under control, Jiang Zhiyu immediately turned his gaze back to Xiao Mi's face. Seeing that the dark aura on her forehead had completely dissipated and her expression had returned to clarity, he breathed a sigh of relief: "That's great, Xiao Mi! The ghostly aura on you has disappeared!"

"Really gone?" Chai Xiaomi looked down and touched her lower abdomen, almost bursting into tears of joy. "You mean... that bastard in my belly is gone?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhiyu's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "What ghost child? Don't talk nonsense. You were just invaded by evil energy, which frightened away one of your souls. Now that the evil energy has been removed, your soul will naturally return to its place."

He paused, his tone growing increasingly serious: "The child in your womb is clearly your own flesh and blood, how could it be a ghost?"

The joy on Chai Xiaomi's face gradually froze, and then completely disappeared.

This time it wasn't that his forehead was dark; it was purely from anger.

"What's wrong, Xiaomi?" Jiang Zhiyu asked with concern when he noticed her pale face.

"Nothing." Chai Xiaomi squeezed out these three words through gritted teeth, each word sounding as if it had been rubbed on a whetstone.

Damn it... he tricked me again!

What's even more infuriating is that I actually fell for it again.

She narrowed her eyes and glared fiercely at the instigator.

Unfortunately, the boy wasn't even looking at her.

Wu Li simply lowered his eyes, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing together, his gaze fixed on the void, lost in thought.

Jiang Zhiyu then asked again about what had happened in bed earlier.

After hearing the description, everyone realized that all the noises the ghost child made inside the house were just a diversionary tactic.

Its true form had already slipped into the quilt unnoticed and silently, hiding right next to Chai Xiaomi.

Jiang Zhiyu also provided an explanation for why the little devil called her by her name and then called her an idiot.

"The ghost did not know you in its previous life, so it naturally did not know your name. It merely lurked in the shadows, listening to how people around it called you, and secretly memorized it."

"For example, since the head镖师 (bodyguard/escort) always calls his wife 'Moon Maiden,' the ghost child also calls her 'Moon Maiden.'" Jiang Zhiyu said, turning to Chai Xiaomi, his tone serious, "As for why it calls you stupid—"

Before he could finish speaking, he received a light but firm tap on the back of the head.

Jiang Zhiyu covered his head, looking completely bewildered: "...What did I say wrong again?"

"Xiao Mi is called Xiao Mi." Song Yueyao smiled, her eyes crinkling, but she gave him a chilling glance. "It's just that ignorant brat calling her that."

She really wanted to pry open this wooden head to see if it was actually filled with solid wood.

He keeps saying unpleasant things every day, never giving her a moment's peace!

Upon hearing this, Chai Xiaomi immediately understood that the little devil must have been imitating Wu Li.

She pressed further, "Now that it's escaped, will it come back?"

"That depends on the person who set up this soul-locking array," Jiang Zhiyu said after a moment's thought. "Only the person who set up the array has the means to recall it."

Just as everyone was at a loss, a faint sound of a door opening came from downstairs.

Immediately following was the waiter's low but excited voice: "Manager, you're finally back!"