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

Chai Xiaomi had no choice but to grit her teeth and persevere, enduring the aching pain in her arms that felt like they were about to break.

I thought I'd find a stool to sit on for a while; that might make me more comfortable.

She glanced around and saw a grand chair next to the screen. She walked over and was about to sit down when a figure darted past her.

He sat down in that chair before she did.

"..." Chai Xiaomi suspected that the person did it on purpose: "I saw it first."

Wu Li leaned back in his chair, casually raising an eyebrow: "I'll sit down first."

"Let me sit for a while, my arm is sore." Not knowing what he was up to, Chai Xiaomi had no choice but to soften her tone and try to negotiate with him.

"Your arms are sore? Why sit on a chair if your arms are sore?" Wu Li glanced at the ghost baby in her arms, his eyes darkening. "My legs are sore."

The ugly, wrinkled little face was buried in the girl's chest, looking like it was sleeping soundly, but it kept squeezing in, as if it wanted to crawl into her clothes.

It's obvious they're looking for food.

What can such a tiny baby eat?

Thinking of this, the boy's eyes darkened further as he tried his best to restrain the red dragon stirring within his sleeve.

It wished the red dragon would swallow it whole.

But the current time is not the right time to do such a thing.

This ugly baby probably thinks Chai Xiaomi is its mother, otherwise it wouldn't have asked her to hold it the moment it was recalled.

The more I look at it, the more it gets on my nerves.

Wu Li was very displeased. He lifted his eyelids and his gaze fell on her trembling arms: "If you can't carry her anymore, just give her back. What are you trying to prove?"

This little brat isn't afraid of the dark, so why does she insist on hugging it?

The murderous intent in Wu Li's eyes vanished in an instant, but was quickly caught by Chai Xiaomi.

She was stunned for a moment, initially thinking he was aimed at her, but when she looked away, she realized he was looking at the little devil in her arms.

Chai Xiaomi closed her eyes in exasperation. This little brat had a similar background to hers, with no father to love her and no mother to raise her. She was also a little bitter gourd.

When bitter melons meet, shouldn't their eyes well up with tears?

Why did he act like he'd seen an enemy?

I don't know what that kid did to offend him.

Is this the twisted and dark psychology unique to villains? They want everyone they don't like to die, right?

Chai Xiaomi, harboring resentment towards him, simply bent down and shoved the sleeping little devil into his arms.

Wu Li was originally sitting lazily with his arms outstretched on the handles, looking like a big shot.

Suddenly, Chai Xiaomi casually placed the little devil on his lap.

The bare body was pressed against his leg through the fabric, and he could almost feel the slippery and disgusting sensation, which gave him goosebumps.

He inherently disliked being close to or touching people.

What's more, this naked, ugly doll is a girl!

He still remembers one time when he went out to search for Gu worms and temporarily stayed at an inn in a bustling city in a foreign land.

The grand and magnificent inn, with its carved railings and jade steps, was far more imposing than the dilapidated one before him, yet it was the most disgusting inn he had ever stayed in.

It was because a woman wearing a thin, sheer veil sneaked into his room while he was sleeping at night.

He woke up just as my fingertips were about to touch his face.

With eyes full of longing, she removed the only light veil she wore.

Although he managed to avoid the glance and didn't see it clearly, that one look made him feel nauseous for three days and he couldn't eat.

He also used Gu worms to make the woman suffer for three days, her skin covered with pustules, and it would probably take her ten days to half a month to recover.

Once he left the territory of the witchcraft clan, no one knew his background, so he encountered many beautiful women throwing themselves at him.

A young woman's shyness usually stops short of arousal. It's like when she's chatting with a friend, she pretends to throw herself at him, and each time he coldly and neatly dodges, letting her fall flat on her face, and then leaves with a cold expression.

This is the first time I've encountered someone so unrestrained and dissolute.

Before he left, he discovered that the inn was known as a "brothel".

From then on, he always avoided inns with the name "brothel".

At that moment, that long-lost feeling of nausea surged up again.

The boy's face turned almost green. He frowned as if facing a formidable enemy and threatened her fiercely, "If you don't take it off me, I'll make sure it dies a horrible death!"

"It was already dead." Chai Xiaomi squatted down, cradling the ghost infant's head in one hand to keep it asleep, and pulled down Wu Li's raised hand with the other. Noticing his resistance, she suddenly looked up in shock, "Li Li, look what that is?"

The boy was taken aback and followed her gaze.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Chai Xiaomi grabbed his hand and pulled it over to support the ghost baby's buttocks.

Before Wu Li could react, he gently placed the ghost baby's head in the crook of his other arm.

"Hold on tight, or else—" her vicious threat followed, "I'll grope your breasts right now! You swore in front of everyone that you couldn't resist."

"Whether you continue to hold it, or let me touch it now, the choice is yours."

The boy's eyes were icy and piercing, as if an arrow was hidden within them, taut on a bowstring, ready to be released and pierce her throat at any moment.

But the arrow never came out; it fell to the ground. He was defeated: "I'll only hold it for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Once that time is up, take it away immediately."

He paused, a dark cloud settling over his face, a cold, damp smile playing on his lips: "If you don't take it, I have a thousand ways to get this little devil inside you. Since you like it so much, I'll give it to you as your child."

The boy sat stiffly, like a stone sculpture.

This was in stark contrast to his previous lazy and carefree demeanor.

The smile doesn't disappear, it just moves on.

The focus now shifts to Chai Xiaomi's gloating face.

"Okay, okay, I'll come and take it away in an incense stick's time." She smiled gently, "Thank you for your hard work, Lili."

Chai Xiaomi returned to the group's conversation and continued listening to Zhu Yu's story.

A gentle pat on the shoulder touched Song Yueyao, who leaned closer. She glanced at Wu Li, who was sitting in the distance holding the ghost baby, and whispered to Xiao Mi, "Good boy, he's already practicing being a father. He even knows to cover the child with a blanket. He's so thoughtful."

Chai Xiaomi looked back and saw that the cloth that Wu Li had used to wipe his hands was now lying on the ghost baby's stomach.

The wrinkles weren't smoothed out; it was obvious that it wasn't carefully tucked in and covered, but rather just carelessly tossed on.

The boy turned his face away, deliberately looking elsewhere, his eyes showing a hint of embarrassment.

Chai Xiaomi curved her lips.

He wasn't covering the child with a blanket; he just wanted to cover the child's private parts.

They are quite strict about their sense of shame.

In Zhu Yu's subsequent narration.

Only then did everyone learn that the ghost baby was not created by her, but rather that the child's accumulated resentment had kept it in the world for so long, refusing to dissipate and unwilling to enter the cycle of reincarnation, ultimately turning it into a vengeful spirit.