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

She steeled her resolve, adopted a devout gaze, and solemnly declared, "If I ever break this vow, may I be struck by lightning and suffer a terrible fate—"

His tone was resolute, but inside he was screaming "Back off! Back off!"

But before the last word "die" could be uttered, his lips were pressed against his fingertips again. He playfully scratched at her with his nail. "Struck by lightning? No way."

Just as Chai Xiaomi was feeling a surge of emotion, she heard him continue, "Someone who can faint from a single whip, wouldn't a bolt of lightning be a quick and painless punishment? You won't even feel a fraction of the pain, you're getting off easy."

The boy's lips curved into a smile, his voice carrying a seductive undertone.

His voice, devoid of emotion, reached her ear—cool yet low and gentle, unhurried, as if he were casting some ancient and mysterious incantation:

"If you break your oath, you will suffer a thousand times more pain. I will let countless worms gnaw at your flesh and bones, erode your soul, defile you, destroy you, and devour you."

He tilted his head, his breath brushing against her ear: "How about this?"

Chai Xiaomi's heartbeat gradually froze, her back was covered in cold sweat, and the dry clothes she had just changed into were now sticky and clinging to her back.

Isn't what he's talking about exactly what will happen to her, the cannon fodder female supporting character?

She really wanted to reply with just two words: "Not good."

But given the current situation, she could only feign compliance and repeatedly reply, "Okay, okay, very good."

Wu Li's smile deepened, revealing a pair of adorable tiger teeth. Only then did he take her wrist with satisfaction and gently place it on his uninjured right side of his chest.

"Come on, touch this clean spot. I'll count to one hundred, and when I'm done, I'll remove your hoof, understand?"

"One, two..."

"Wait, wait a minute!" Chai Xiaomi hurriedly pulled her hand back and started rummaging through her clothes. "Wait for me!"

"What is it now?" He raised an eyebrow. "Don't waste time. I don't have as much patience as you think. If you keep dawdling, I'll only count to ten."

"Just a moment, please wait a little longer, Lili."

Her voice unconsciously carried a hint of coquetry, soft and sweet, like a bowl of thick honey spilled, sticky and viscous, almost enveloping a person from head to toe, making their legs weak and their heart sinking in.

Wu Li was slightly taken aback.

His gaze lingered on her for a long time.

When she acts coquettishly, her waist always unconsciously twists slightly, as if she wants to force people to give in to her with that deliberate act of being spoiled and pampered.

Scoundrel.

He cursed under his breath.

His tone was somewhat impatient, but he didn't urge her any further. Instead, he muttered to himself, "So incredibly slow. Luckily you don't fight, otherwise you'd be flattened before you even drew your weapon. No, it should be mutual destruction, because you're just as stupid as the other person."

Chai Xiaomi ignored his babbling.

The drop of dew was as soft as water, and she was afraid of breaking it, so she carefully hid it deep inside her clothes.

It took several flips to finally get it out.

She carefully held it in her palm and presented it to him: "Look! Lili, this is the treasure I wanted to show you. It's a really good thing."

As she spoke, she placed the tiny, crystal-clear ball of light, as light as a water droplet, over the dark wound on his left chest.

With palms pressed against skin, gently and slowly massage to allow the elixir to seep in little by little.

Wu Li did not stop it.

Because he recognized it as Qionglu, a true treasure, a treasure unique to the Jingming Terrace.

Did she go to Jiang Zhiyu to ask for it?

Or was it Ji Fangshi?

Whoever she was, since she managed to get this drop of dew, she must have been acting cute and charming. Could it be that she went to someone else to act coquettishly, just like before, speaking softly and swaying her waist?

If that's the case, he'd rather die in pain than have this thing applied!

Thinking of this, his gaze suddenly turned cold. "Where did you get this treasure?"

"It was obtained through exchange," Chai Xiaomi replied while gently rubbing the area. "A gentleman does not accept charity, so I won't take anything from others for nothing. This was obtained through an equal exchange with Ji Fangshi, and he really likes the gift I gave him."

When she spoke of the word "equality," a faint hint of guilt flashed across her eyes.

But then again, that cat toy also took time and effort to make, so it wasn't exactly a bargain.

"Look, I cut my hands while trying to sharpen a thin bamboo pole."

She held up her index finger to his face; there was a faint scratch on the edge of her nail, but no blood was visible, and it was almost invisible unless you looked closely.

It's the kind of scar that would have healed by now if it had been a little longer.

Showing people these traces is really making a mountain out of a molehill.

Chai Xiaomi only glanced at him before awkwardly trying to withdraw her hand.

But he grabbed it.

Wu Li lowered her eyes, staring for a long time at the tiny mark and the faint charred black on her fingertips from the baleful energy.

Suddenly, he lowered his head and gently kissed her fingertips.

Cool lips pressed against skin.

Chai Xiaomi was stunned.

The charred mark on her finger gradually faded, returning to its original color, as if he had silently withdrawn all the malevolent energy.

"How can there be such a clumsy person in this world who can't even sharpen a thin bamboo pole?"

Finally, he gave this comment.

Chai Xiaomi laughed in exasperation: "Yes, yes, yes, my existence is only to highlight someone as clever as you, alright!"

She gave a soft snort, a hint of smugness in her voice, "Even if I'm clumsy, I still managed to heal your injury, didn't I?"

Wu Li lowered his eyes.

The dark palm print on his left chest had indeed faded considerably, and the color was gradually disappearing.

Her slender, soft fingers continued to gently and slowly massage that firm skin in circles.

The itch was subtle, yet it stirred up a unique kind of excitement.

The faint, sweet scent of jasmine wafted from her, blending quietly with the fragrance emanating from him.

His ears suddenly turned red.

His Adam's apple bobbed silently.

After his chest heaved a few times, he suddenly pulled his clothes over himself.

"Alright, we've reached one hundred!"

"Huh? It's not done yet! I didn't hear you count. There's still a little mark left. Let me rub it a little longer..."

"I'll do it myself." He turned his face away, his voice a little strained. "I said one hundred, and that's one hundred."

Chai Xiaomi's hands were already sore from rubbing, so she stopped arguing with him.

My only regret is that I was so busy rubbing my wound that I didn't take the opportunity to see its splendor properly.

Whether I say it or not, it's just as eye-catching as it is in my dream.

It's rare for a male bodhisattva to show compassion.

Pity.

I don't know if I'll ever have the chance to enjoy such a visual feast again.

She sighed quietly.

It's getting late, I should go to bed early.

Tonight is their last night at this inn; tomorrow they will set off for Youquan Town.