While writing a diary in Douluo Continent, Qian Renxue was thoroughly teased.

"Brother Wei Feng, could you please take us back?" Xiao Wu asked again.

Wei Feng thought that Xiao Wu might be trying to distract him from his relationship with Ning Rongrong, so he did not refuse the suggestion.

After all, in front of outsiders, he is the refined and easy-going Holy Son of the Spirit Hall.

A project to save face always needs to be done properly.

"Since Xiao Wu, you sprained your ankle, I'll take you back!"

"You and Rongrong are classmates, so Rongrong can take care of you after we go back together."

Wei Feng followed Xiao Wu's lead and agreed.

Xiao Wu nodded slightly: "Thank you, Brother Wei Feng, but my foot hurts so much that I can't walk properly, could you...?"

As she spoke, the cunning look in Xiao Wu's eyes disappeared, and she looked at Wei Feng pitifully.

Ning Rongrong finally realized what was happening.

Understanding what Xiao Wu was about to do, she met Xiao Wu's gaze once again.

Xiao Wu, I know you have other motives too.

But you...

Do we really need to have this much fun?!

Chapter 20 The 100,000-Year-Old Rogue Rabbit, Xiao Wu Walks into the Trap

Ning Rongrong was a little confused.

She never expected Xiao Wu to be so decisive.

So they're already planning physical contact?

Xiao Wu, don't you know he's a perverted old lecher?

Why reward him like that?

"That's true, Xiaowu, you sprained your ankle, so it's inconvenient for you to walk."

"In that case, I'll carry you back first!"

Wei Feng smiled gently.

In front of Ning Rongrong, he squatted down in front of Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu staggered, looking pained, and with Ning Rongrong's help, she leaned on Wei Feng's back.

"Thank you, Brother Wei Feng."

Xiao Wu spoke softly, her body slowly rising until Wei Feng carried her completely on his back.

Ning Rongrong was completely convinced.

Watching Wei Feng carry Xiao Wu on his back.

Then he looked at Xiao Wu leaning against Wei Feng.

For a moment, she suddenly didn't know what to say.

"Rongrong, where is the rest area that Shrek Academy has arranged for you in the Soul Master Competition?"

"Could you lead the way?"

Wei Feng's voice was full of magnetism.

At that moment, he resembled a caring older brother.

Despite bearing the identity of the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, he was far less imposing than his junior sister.

Throughout, he remained gentle and refined.

His gentleness is irresistible to anyone.

Ning Rongrong said "Oh," and then added, "Then I'll lead the way!"

Finally, I added to myself, "You got off easy."

Xiao Wu lay down behind Wei Feng.

He rested his head on Wei Feng's broad shoulder.

The charm of a mature man emanates from him effortlessly.

Xiao Wu pursed her red lips absentmindedly and glanced at Wei Feng's profile.

Suddenly, she remembered Wei Feng's boasting in the copy of his diary.

"Looking at it this way, Wei Feng does seem quite handsome."

"Hmm, she seems quite gentle, but why is she so perverted when she's writing in her diary?"

Xiao Wu muttered to herself.

For a brief moment, she captivated Wei Feng's attention.

But then I thought about Wei Feng's true face when he was writing in his diary.

For no apparent reason, her body suddenly trembled.

"Xiao Wu, did I accidentally touch your foot?" Wei Feng suddenly asked.

Xiao Wu quickly denied it, saying, "No, I just had some cramps after spraining my ankle."

As she spoke, she twisted her body slightly behind Wei Feng, looking a little embarrassed.

With that twist, Wei Feng's soul almost flew away.

On some grand occasions.

Xiao Wu is indeed no match for Zhu Zhuqing's extraordinary talent.

but now……

Xiao Wu sprained her ankle.

The feeling was incredibly real.

Holy crap, this is absolutely holy crap.

Is this because my true self has awakened? Or is it because my luck has improved since my memories returned?

[No one would believe it if I told you, but while shopping with Rongrong's wife, I ran into Xiaowu's wife, and coincidentally, Xiaowu's wife had sprained her ankle.]

[Hiss—carrying my wife Xiaowu back to the venue right now, this intimate contact is enough to make one's soul fly to the heavens!]

[He dared to be so close to me, a complete stranger we'd only just met, and didn't seem to mind the experience of him pressing down on my back.]

[Truly worthy of being called a 100,000-year-old rogue rabbit, netizens' eyes are indeed discerning (Daily life with wife Xiao Wu.jgp)]

???

???

A 100,000-year-old rogue rabbit?

Xiao Wu was suddenly stunned.

The diary copy is updated in real time.

It was so sudden that it made her feel completely out of place.

I just wanted to get closer to them.

Do you have to think so ridiculously?

and also……

What does "100,000-year-old rogue rabbit" mean?

It's true that I'm a 100,000-year-old soul beast, and it's also true that I'm a Soft Bone Rabbit.

But what does "hooligan" mean?

How could I possibly have a perverted scoundrel like you, Wei Feng?

Xiao Wu wanted to cry but had no tears.

She hadn't expected that her little action would actually cause Wei Feng to start complaining in the diary copy.

[After thinking about it, it's probably Xiao Wu's wife deliberately stirring up trouble; this kind of troublemaking is very typical of Xiao Wu.]

Upon closer analysis, how could a seemingly incredibly flexible and resilient rabbit sprain its ankle simply from a sudden fall?

[That's definitely not the case. Xiao Wu's wife probably saw me with Rongrong's wife and deliberately came to sabotage our relationship.]

[She's such a good friend! She used herself as a distraction, creating the illusion that she had sprained her ankle, so that my wife Rongrong and I couldn't continue shopping. What a clever little devil!]

Xiao Wu: "..."

So you already knew about it!

She realized that her little schemes had all been guessed by Wei Feng.

Xiao Wu suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.

Her body shifted unnaturally again.

Ning Rongrong also saw the latest content of the diary copy, and her body stiffened involuntarily when she led the way.

Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu, you've walked right into a trap!

Don't blame me for not helping you with this.

Ning Rongrong silently recited these words in her heart and continued to lead the way.

Xiao Wu's body temperature began to rise.

Feeling very uneasy, I secretly hoped that Wei Feng would stop writing.

As he moved his body, the long scorpion tail struck Wei Feng's hand.

Wei Feng gently pinched the end of the scorpion-tail braid.

[But it's perfect for me. With my wife Xiaowu's body on my back, the feeling is indescribable. Her voice is soft and gentle, and she's easy to push over—perfect in every way.]