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

"Sizzle—"

White smoke suddenly rose up, carrying the smell of damp, burnt charcoal ash. Chai Xiaomi couldn't dodge in time and was choked, coughing repeatedly until her eyes turned red.

Amidst the swirling smoke, my wrist tightened, and I was pulled into a warm embrace, narrowly avoiding the direction from which the white smoke was spreading.

In fact, Wu Li's body is cooler than that of ordinary people. When you hug her, she is more like a small heater with its own heat.

However, Chai Xiaomi was really cold at the moment, so even his embrace felt warm.

"Cough, cough cough..." She covered her mouth, broke free from his embrace, and without looking at him, squatted back down, picked up the tinder that had rolled to the ground, and continued to strike it again and again.

Wu Li stood behind her, watching her stubborn expression with her head down and shoulders slightly tense, a hint of frustration in his eyes.

He sighed, squatted down, and said in a low voice, "Mimi, how can you light wet charcoal?"

"Yes, I want to know too." Her hands didn't stop moving. "How can wet charcoal be lit? Is everything I do just a waste of time?"

After a pause, the tinderbox was suddenly slammed to the ground with a "thud".

She turned her head: "Like a damp heart, it just can't be warmed up, can it?"

"It's warm."

Wu Li grew anxious.

As if eager to prove something, he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his chest, his heterochromatic eyes burning with a light of longing.

"Because of your presence, it was already warmed up long ago."

Chai Xiaomi didn't move.

Her gaze shifted from his face, then subtly swept over his collar.

He always wore black undergarments, which had one advantage: bloodstains wouldn't be noticeable. He was also clever enough to use spices or dried flowers to smear on his clothes, trying to mask the faint smell of blood.

The seawater naturally carries a fishy smell that permeates the air, and it's not noticeable unless you smell it carefully. He should have been able to conceal it perfectly.

However, it revealed its biggest flaw.

Just now on the deck, when she was hit by a snowball and shivered from the cold, he didn't take off his coat.

In the past, his first action would have been to take off his clothes and wrap them around her, but this time, he simply picked her up. This small detail revealed his guilty conscience.

She knew he was injured in that instant.

Chai Xiaomi looked away, not exposing him, but simply pulled her hand out of his palm: "I don't care if you're warm or not, you're sleeping on the floor from today onwards, don't even think about climbing into bed, go to sleep with your little secret."

She picked up the fire tinder from the ground and poked it into the embers as if venting her frustration.

Wu Li watched her movements silently, a slight swirling in his eyes.

What he longed for most was to wake up every day and see her nestled in his arms.

If we don't let him sleep in the bed, then the wedding will have been for nothing. If he has to sleep on the floor again, how can we still be considered husband and wife?

No!

"Mimi," he said hoarsely, his voice strained.

"What?" She didn't even look up.

There was a moment of silence behind me.

"...If I tell you, don't cry, and don't worry."

Chai Xiaomi paused, her fingers moving slightly.

She turned her head, her face expressionless, but her eyes were already glistening: "Why should I cry?"

Looking at her, who was clearly about to cry but was holding back, Wu Li felt a slight clench in his heart.

"Then you must promise me you won't cry."

"Okay, I promise you."

"You tricked me before I even entered the fox's dream last time. Words aren't enough; swear an oath."

That stinky Lili, he's even learned this trick.

However, the devil may be one foot tall, but the righteous are ten feet tall. Chai Xiaomi raised four fingers, her face solemn and dignified: "I, Chai Xiaomi, declare to the heavens that I will absolutely not cry no matter what I hear later."

......

Tonight, the young man learned a profound lesson about life: never trust a woman's words, not even her oaths.

After explaining everything about the mother insect.

The little girl cried until the middle of the night, and he could only comfort her until the middle of the night as well.

Having no other choice, he hurriedly lifted his clothes to show her: "Look, it's all healed, really."

Chai Xiaomi reached out and gently poked it, then quickly pulled back, not daring to use force. Her face was covered in tears, her eyes were red like a rabbit's, and her nose was also red, yet she still insisted on getting closer to take a closer look.

"You're lying." She sniffed, her voice muffled. "It's definitely not fully healed yet. Otherwise, why is your face so pale? It's all my fault... all my fault for not being observant enough and not noticing at all."

Another string of tears fell.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have made you teach me bowing these past few days... You must have been in so much pain, and you were forced to listen to me play boring tunes with only one bowstring..."

Wu Li sometimes really wondered if she was made of water.

Tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls, falling relentlessly and uncontrollably, no matter how much she wiped them away.

He treasured the handkerchief she had once given him, keeping it close to his body and reluctant to use it. But tonight, he had no choice but to take it out and wipe both sides of it, keeping himself extremely busy.

The names of the three deities on the handkerchief were stained by tears, blurring into a dark cloud.

Chai Xiaomi cried so hard that she was completely disoriented. Through her blurry vision, she glanced at the handkerchief and noticed that the words on it had blotted out, leaving only the word "pain" barely legible.

When she saw it, her heart ached even more.

"Ugh..."

She sobbed, then suddenly remembered the brown sugar water the white cat had mentioned, and scrambled out of bed: "That's right, you need to replenish your blood."

She hastily wiped her face and, barefoot, tried to crawl off the bed: "I'll go make you some brown sugar water. Old Ji was right, brown sugar water replenishes blood. You wait here, I'll go get you something to replenish your blood..."

Before he could finish speaking, and before his feet even touched the ground, he was pulled back.

"Nothing is more nourishing than you."

Wu Li's large hand gripped her waist, and his slightly magnetic voice came from above her head, low and a little hoarse.

Chai Xiaomi looked up and met a pair of heterochromatic pupils, which reflected her face, which was a mess from crying.

"Mimi, give me a kiss." He leaned closer, his nose almost touching hers. "Just one kiss, and I'll be fine."

Chai Xiaomi blinked her wet eyes, tears still clinging to her eyelashes: "Really?"

A slight smile curved his lips: "Really? Isn't my wife a cotton ball?"

Since he said that, then it's no problem for him to kiss me, let alone just once; he could kiss me a hundred times.

Chai Xiaomi cupped his face and kissed his thin, rosy lips.

After the kiss, he didn't back away.

She suddenly realized that this person was strange. A normal person who was injured and bleeding so often would have had pale lips by now. But apart from his face being paler than usual, his lips were still rosy, making him look like he had plenty of energy.

That's why she overlooked these things before and was deceived by him for so long.

Her heart ached with a bittersweet feeling. She gently touched his lips with her fingertips, then straddled him, wrapped her arms around his neck, lowered her head, and kissed him with utmost tenderness.

It wasn't just a fleeting touch like before.

It was a deep, lingering kiss, filled with heartache and lingering fear.

Wu Li froze for a moment.

He never expected the kiss to be like this.

Since Chai Xiaomi gradually figured out how this boy would transform from a dog into a wolf in bed, she rarely did anything that would invite trouble.

At that moment, in order to comfort him, I didn't think about all that.