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

The boy's face seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, as cold and aloof as a snow-capped mountain that never melts.

Without saying a word, he simply tore open his shirt with one hand.

The movements were even somewhat rough, and the belt of his clothes broke.

A glistening drop of water suddenly rolled down her collarbone, tracing the dark skin on her chest stained with the poison, then sliding down her firm abdomen, finally disappearing into her waistline.

He clearly felt the girl sitting on his lap suddenly stiffen.

Those clear, dark eyes stared fixedly at me, their depths like ink, making it impossible to discern their emotions.

"Scared?" His voice was low and husky. "Was it very frightening?"

The hand gripping her wrist tightened, pulling her forward until it almost touched the hideous wound.

He subtly suppressed the darkness in his eyes, as if trying his best to hide something extremely sensitive and unbearable.

Fearing that he hadn't hidden himself thoroughly enough, he simply let himself become even worse.

As if deliberately trying to make it more terrifying, he allowed the malevolent energy of the Gu poison to seep out from the wound, and the dark mist spread out, swirling and weaving between the two of them, slowly flowing with a sinister chill.

The surrounding air suddenly turned icy cold, and the chill washed over the skin like a tide, almost freezing into frost.

Chai Xiaomi swallowed silently as she shivered slightly.

good......

She quietly swallowed another mouthful.

What a beautiful sight to behold!

At this moment, the boy was half-naked, his clothes not completely removed, but loosely hanging on his arms, which made his shoulder line look smooth and distinct, adding a touch of alluring mystery.

Her high ponytail, tied up with silver ornaments, was still damp, with a few strands of hair winding around her shoulders and neck, rising and falling slightly with her breath.

Further down...

He's the type who looks slim in clothes but has a muscular physique when undressed.

Between the ridges and creases lies the lean strength and tension that belong to a man, with clean and distinct muscle lines, having long since shed his youthful immaturity.

However, his complexion was paler than usual, which added a touch of sickly beauty and asceticism to his appearance.

"Uh... what did you just say?"

Chai Xiaomi belatedly realized that he seemed to be talking to her.

As she spoke, her gaze fell on the black wound on his left chest, about the size of her palm.

"Is this where you got injured?"

Thick black fog was continuously emanating from inside.

A chilling cold pervaded the air, so cold it was almost unbearable.

The black mist merely brushed past her face from a distance, yet it stung like an ice blade cutting into her flesh.

I rely on.

Chai Xiaomi cursed under her breath.

So he just kept enduring it?

Without thinking, she reached out and pressed down hard.

"What's going on? What's leaking out?"

She looked at him anxiously, her eyes filled with deep guilt.

It's all my fault for being blinded by lust and focusing on admiring other parts of his body while ignoring his injuries.

"I'm sorry, I got distracted. Lili, does it hurt?"

She tightly covered the wound that was constantly radiating malevolent energy, seemingly oblivious to the piercing cold and burning pain emanating from her palm.

The poison was trapped in one place and began to slowly erode her flesh.

Gradually, black began to seep into the edges of her nails, like thick ink dripping into clear water, slowly seeping in.

Even so, she still didn't let go.

Wu Li abruptly drew all the murderous aura back into his body, letting the bone-chilling cold surge through his meridians.

His eyes were deep and unreadable, his emotions unreadable. He simply took her hand and turned her palm over.

My once fair and tender palms are now completely black, as if they've been smeared with charcoal powder.

His knuckles were slightly curled and trembling uncontrollably, a sign of the burns caused by the evil energy earlier.

"You can't feel your hand?" He casually picked up one of her fingers and squeezed it slightly.

"Hiss—" Chai Xiaomi gasped instantly, "What are you doing?"

"Oh, so you still have sensation," he concluded. "If you feel pain, why are you still covering it?"

"I just want to ease your pain."

When a wound is bleeding, she needs to stop the bleeding. When black smoke was coming out of the wound, she subconsciously stopped the black smoke.

"Aren't you afraid?" He raised his eyes and looked straight into her eyes, his gaze so focused that it seemed he wanted to capture any trace of fear or disgust on her face.

"These malevolent energies have always existed within me. My body has been used to raise various poisonous creatures since childhood, and it's long been steeped in yin energy. If I'm not careful, it will backfire on me, and even those who get close to me might be devoured by these malevolent energies. Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm scared."

Their eyes met, and she looked at him with tears welling up in her eyes.

Wu Li involuntarily held her breath.

Waiting for her to continue.

Or rather...

The verdict was announced.

It's okay, he told himself.

If she becomes afraid of him from then on and dares not approach him again.

That gave him another excuse to tease her.

He repeatedly approached her, repeatedly trying to scare her.

Who told her to be afraid?

The more afraid she was, the more he wanted to let the evil aura surround her until she cried.

"What I'm afraid of is that you'll be in pain."

Wu Li's breath hitched slightly.

He looked at her, a flicker of darkness in his eyes momentarily, then seemed to be overwhelmed by some profound pleasure, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved upwards.

"Alright, if that's the case," he whispered, his voice as soft as a sigh, yet tinged with a sickly tenderness, "from now on, you'll be there for me whenever I'm in pain."

His cool fingertips caressed her cheek, tender yet obsessive.

"Stay with me until the pain stops."

His fingertips slowly slid down, his sharp nails brushing against her lips almost imperceptibly, as if playing with a cherished object. He gently poked at her lip, a fleeting touch, yet leaving a silent sense of possession.

"Swear with this mouth," he said.

Chai Xiaomi was slightly taken aback by his sudden seriousness.

She strongly suspected that he was retaliating for something she had made him swear before.

Otherwise, what's the point of making such a nonsensical vow?

She glanced at him helplessly and had no choice but to raise her hand:

"I, Chai Xiaomi, swear to God that from now on, whenever Lili is in pain, whether it's a headache, toothache, stomachache, or joint pain, I will stay by his side until the pain is gone."

"Is this alright now?"

As she spoke, Wu Li's gaze remained fixed on her lips, as if examining every word she uttered to see if it came from the heart and if it was genuine.

But clearly, that's not enough.

She saw Wu Li shake his head very slightly, the movement was so small that Chai Xiaomi would hardly have noticed it if his earring hadn't swayed slightly.

His gaze remained fixed on her lips, as if waiting for her to continue, until she said the sentence he truly wanted to hear.

Chai Xiaomi pursed her lips, racking her brains in secret.

She felt that he was different tonight; there was a kind of obsession in his eyes that she couldn't understand, which made her uneasy. It was as if if this vow couldn't satisfy him, then no one could get through the night peacefully.

He has plenty of ways to torment people.