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

Chai Xiaomi froze instantly.

All the "stinky" sounds got stuck in his throat, turning into a short, muffled sound—

"Hmm!"

My heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, and it skipped a beat.

Her eyes were still covered by him, and the world was in complete darkness, making the soft touch on her lips exceptionally clear.

Chai Xiaomi instinctively tried to shrink back, but his hand firmly supported the back of her head, leaving her nowhere to escape.

Her long eyelashes, like startled butterfly wings, trembled rapidly in the blindfolded palm.

Her cheeks flushed red at a visible speed, all the way to the tips of her ears, making her look like a steamed, soft, glutinous rice ball.

Her lips, which had been slightly parted in preparation for continuing to murmur, were now forgotten to close.

It just sat there, slightly open, in a daze.

A dense, ticklish sensation spread across her lips, seeping into her heart along with her skin, making her feel flustered and confused.

In her confusion and bewilderment, she subconsciously wanted to lick her itchy lips.

My brain has completely shut down, leaving a blank.

She completely forgot that she was being kissed; her soft, warm tongue had just peeked out when it inadvertently and gently brushed against his lips.

In an instant—

The two of them froze at the same time.

All around was silent, and Chai Xiaomi could almost hear each other's heartbeats gradually increasing.

Just as they were breaking free from the constraints of their chests, one sound after another rose above the other.

It seemed like they were having a competition to see who could shout the loudest.

When people are extremely confused and accidentally do something embarrassing, they may develop a reckless and desperate attitude.

It's as if by appearing more righteous, one can conceal their guilt and panic.

For example, Chai Xiaomi right now.

She thought to herself, since she had already bumped into him, if she slunk away, it would only make her seem like she had secretly taken advantage of him.

And so, that light touch suddenly took on a different meaning.

She boldly stuck out her tongue, defiantly tracing it across his cool lips.

It's as if they're swaggering and shouting:

What? You dare to kiss me, but I dare to lick you?

The devil is always one step ahead of the saint, so we're not afraid at all!

A deep, rich red suddenly appeared at the corner of Wu Li's eyes, growing darker and darker, and her drooping eyelashes trembled.

The hand that was clasped behind her head tightened suddenly, its five fingers digging deep into her soft hair, the veins on the back of its hand bulging.

My breathing became erratic and almost uncontrollable.

He could clearly feel his cool lips being covered by a hot, wet touch.

It was like a slippery, agile, and mischievous little fish, each time it swam close to him, it would stir up a secret tremor deep in his spine.

It was as if some unknown emotion had seeped into my heart, fermenting uncontrollably and spreading outwards in wisps.

The little fish teased him relentlessly, even trying to pry open his lips.

A subtle yet agonizing touch ignites an indescribable restlessness.

He seemed to be thrown into the clouds, his voice hoarse, lingering, hovering in mid-air, lost and wandering high above, yet never finding the ground.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down uncontrollably.

Don't touch it.

He made a silent plea in his heart.

I'm almost... almost at my limit.

Unable to resist any longer, I opened my lips to capture the small fish that was recklessly setting the fire, and then swallowed it whole.

He's probably gone mad.

Otherwise, how could such a terrifying thought of eating people arise?

Just as he was on the verge of struggling, all the insect eggs on the ground finally seeped into the soil, and those terrifying and eerie totems disappeared completely.

Wu Li hurriedly released his grip, pushing the girl away from his arms with extreme urgency and panic.

Perhaps in her haste, she lost control of her strength, and Chai Xiaomi was pushed so hard that she had to brace herself with her hands behind her back, letting out a cry of pain.

Before Wu Li could catch his breath, he rushed to her side again.

"Where did you get hooked?"

He lifted her hands and examined them carefully, looking over her palms and between her fingers, and found that she had not been scratched by the stones.

He looked up, intending to ask her a question, but saw the girl raise an eyebrow at him and give him a mischievous smile:

"Hehe, just kidding!"

"..." Wu Li choked up, remembering how she had teased him silently just now, and a sudden feeling of irritation rose in his heart.

He flung her hand away, adopting the most serious expression he had ever worn, and explained, word by word, "What I did just now was to shut you up. Don't overthink it, understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

Chai Xiaomi responded softly, blinking as her gaze fell on the boy's crimson lips.

He was already born with rosy lips and white teeth, and after being covered with a layer of moisture, his lip color became even more dazzling and enchanting.

Whether it was from the gust of wind or the intensity of the fight, his hair was loose, with a few strands falling from his forehead and the ends resting near his lips, giving him a strangely beautiful look, as if he had been abused.

If I stay like this, and then call out "Sister..." just like in that dream...

Oh my god!

She will be performing a life-or-death literature!

Chai Xiaomi's eyes flickered, and she abruptly stopped herself from having any perverse thoughts.

Could it be that spending too much time with villains has made her thoughts become more and more twisted?

She quickly regained her composure, her gaze finally settling on the corner of his lips.

That faint trace of bright red had not been completely wiped away.

Just now, she tasted a tiny bit of blood, confirming that he was injured.

Noticing that Chai Xiaomi's gaze remained fixed on her lips, Wu Li pursed her lips, her breath trembling slightly, and glared at her nervously: "What are you looking at? How long are you going to keep looking? I already told you I was just going to shut you up."

"I'll say it one last time, I'm just telling you to shut up, that's all!"

"Oh, oh." Chai Xiaomi nodded calmly.

She didn't say anything, so why is he reacting so strongly?

I said it three times, and she wasn't deaf.

There's no need to emphasize it so many times.

"Where are you hurt?" That was her biggest concern right now. "Your mouth is bleeding."

"Tch," he scoffed dismissively, his tone stubborn, "which eye of yours saw blood coming from my mouth?"

"Do you think I'd be hurt by a mere demon beast? Don't be ridiculous. That nine-tailed fox was barely clinging to life; look, it's already run away."

Chai Xiaomi looked in the direction he pointed and saw a large pool of dark blood on the ground below, which must have been left by the nine-tailed beast.

At this moment, she found it hard to reconcile the frail, vulnerable figure with the arrogant young man before her.

What methods did he use, and how much suffering did he endure to become so powerful step by step?

She looked up at him and said, "Stop lying. I can taste the blood on your lips."

Wu Li: "..."

Which pot does not open which pot.

Why did we bring this up again?

He looked down at her, his expression complex, and solemnly declared once again, "This is the very last time I'm saying this, I'm only doing this for—"

"Shut me up." Chai Xiaomi frowned and took over the conversation herself.

She clearly emphasized the words "smell of blood," but he only heard the word "mouth."

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