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

Chai Xiaomi, hiding behind the signboard, was also stunned and stood there in place.

She had just taken a step forward, ready to rush up and interrupt their contact, when unexpectedly Wu Li dodged her.

This, on the contrary, made Song Yueyao feel somewhat embarrassed.

Just now she was secretly admiring how polite and courteous he was to others, but how come his mischievous side resurfaced in the blink of an eye? Could he still not shake his playful nature?

A hint of confusion flashed in Chai Xiaomi's eyes, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Girl, you're not secretly watching your sweetheart, are you?" A voice suddenly came from beside me.

Chai Xiaomi turned her head and saw that it was the young master who had been "speeding" earlier.

At that moment, he also crouched down like her, hiding behind the signboard.

The wooden sign is only a meter high and narrow, and now that two people are hiding inside, it looks even more cramped.

"What are you doing?" Chai Xiaomi moved aside in disgust, clearly unhappy with his choice of words. "What do you mean by peeping? That's my husband. I'm looking at him openly and honestly."

She was already feeling uneasy watching Wu Li and Song Yueyao's interaction from a distance, and then someone came up to her and confirmed her actions by saying "peeping".

Chai Xiaomi glared angrily at Ouyang Rui.

Those bright eyes were tinged with a hint of anger, and the pupils became even clearer and brighter, like gemstones washed by water.

Ouyang Rui was slightly taken aback, then went through her words in his mind, his eyes filled with unconcealed disappointment: "You...you're already married?"

Then, as if he had suddenly figured something out.

"Oh! I understand!"

He secretly pointed into the shop and whispered, "Miss, are you catching someone in the act of adultery?"

Catching someone in the act is great!

The unfaithful man's change of heart presents him with a perfect opportunity to shine, like a god descending to soothe the fairy's wounded heart.

He has grown up with plenty of gold and silver treasures, and he has at least seven or eight dancing girls, concubines, and bed warmers in his backyard.

Although he had long been versed in human affairs, no one had ever truly moved him.

So his father urged him to get married repeatedly, but he always made excuses and refused.

What's the point of getting married? Once you're married, you'll be controlled by someone else.

His father married his mother, and even going to the Illusionary Sound Pavilion had to be done secretly.

But this time it's different.

That one glance stirred up a huge wave in his heart—he suddenly felt that if he could be controlled by this young lady in front of him, marriage might not be so bad.

Especially seeing her puffed-up face right now, she looks charming and adorable.

He was never bound by etiquette; even if a woman was married, she could still get a divorce.

Besides, he himself wasn't exactly a paragon of virtue.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he and the fairy-like girl in front of him were a perfect match.

He couldn't wait for his men to bring the bridal sedan chair over.

It's simply—

配！

Perfect match!

"Pah!!!"

Chai Xiaomi was so angry she wanted to punch someone. "Grab your head, they're just friends! Can you watch your words?!"

"Then why don't you step forward and join their conversation, instead of quietly hiding here, feeling dejected?"

Ouyang Rui gave him an "I understand" look, but after a moment's thought, he decided not to be too blunt. Right now, the little fairy needed healing, so he shouldn't say anything hurtful. He should be more considerate.

The ability to see through things but not say them is a fundamental quality of a true friend.

Chai Xiaomi bit her lip, wanting to argue, but saw that Song Yueyao had already paid for the bow, picked up the new one, and smiled slightly at Wu Li.

She immediately fell silent and listened intently to the conversation inside the shop.

Song Yueyao said gently, "Wu Li, I'm afraid you'll have to put in a lot of effort these next five days. If you can teach me how to use this bow, I can team up with you during the New Moon Arrow Competition."

Wu Li, however, seemed somewhat distracted.

He always felt that there was a familiar, sweet fragrance in the air, faint yet clearly discernible.

She's been out for too long; I wonder if she's been staying in her room obediently.

With her restless nature and love of being in crowds, she probably can't stay still for long.

Jiang Zhiyu's room is right next door. Could she be going to see him to kill time?

I should have kept Red Dragon with her to play.

The more I think about it, the more confused I become.

It felt like an unbreakable rope was wrapped around his heart, making him extremely agitated.

But right now, he hasn't finished his important business yet.

I haven't bought the food I promised to bring her yet, I can't delay any longer, I have to get this over with quickly.

Immediately implant the scorpion into Song Yueyao's body and then go back.

"Wu Li?"

Song Yueyao called out in confusion.

The boy didn't seem to have heard a single word she said.

Wu Li suddenly snapped out of her daze, nodded slightly, and then looked at Song Yueyao with a smile, her tone tinged with innocence: "Sorry, sister, what did you just say?"

The boy had beautiful features, a high nose bridge, and cherry-colored lips. In particular, his slightly upturned lips always revealed a hint of arrogance.

Yet, those deep, almost bewitching eyes also held a touch of naivety and innocence, making it impossible to criticize them.

With this appearance, if you gently call any older woman "sister," it's likely that anyone would soften their heart.

Song Yueyao was not angry at all, and simply repeated her words gently.

"Of course, no problem." Wu Li smiled, her eyes crinkling. "Five days would be too long. I guarantee I can teach you how to draw a bow and shoot an arrow in less than three days. With your intelligence and martial arts background, a mere bow will be a piece of cake for you."

"Your husband is quite the charmer, his sweet talk rivals mine." Ouyang Rui pulled a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and handed them to Chai Xiaomimian. "Here, have a taste, young lady. These are melon seeds from the Western Regions, worth a fortune per pound."

Chai Xiaomi's molars are almost worn down.

Is she good at sweet-talking? Has a sweet tongue?

Listen to this, does it sound like the words used to describe Wu Li?

This is completely out of character!

But he just said it anyway.

He even praised Song Yueyao for being intelligent.

Yes, yes, Wu Li has always had a dislike for stupidity, so it's quite reasonable that he likes intelligent female protagonists.

Chai Xiaomi heard her teeth chattering and unceremoniously took a handful of sunflower seeds that Ouyang Rui handed her. She was afraid she would break her teeth if she didn't chew something in her mouth.

To her surprise, she bit into it with a "crunch" and immediately frowned: "What is this stuff? It's so bitter it tastes sour, and these sunflower seeds cost a thousand dollars a pound?"

Ouyang Rui didn't believe it; he had personally tasted these sunflower seeds before carrying them with him. He picked up a few and put them in his mouth; they clearly had a faint milky aroma mixed with a sweet taste.

Where did you suffer?

"Young lady, are you perhaps unwell? A bitter tongue coating can sometimes indicate stagnation of heart fire." Ouyang Rui paused slightly. "I also have some knowledge of medicine. Shall I take your pulse?"

"Shut up." Chai Xiaomi didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Because she saw Wu Li take an arrow out of his quiver and hand it to Song Yueyao, as if to let her nock an arrow and test it.

It's something else again, handing over something. Something's definitely not right!

Chai Xiaomi's heart tightened. Seeing that Song Yueyao was about to reach out and take it, she could no longer hold back. She suddenly stood up from behind the signboard, rushed over, and snatched the arrow.

As her fingertips brushed across the boy's hand, they seemed to exert a force of venting her anger, rubbing it heavily.

"What a coincidence, Sister Yao, are you here to choose a bow too?"

As she spoke, she gently placed the stolen arrow into Song Yueyao's hand.