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

Her lips were soft, warm from crying, tracing his lip line with each stroke, then gently probing inside, entwining with his.

The scalding heat lingered between my lips and teeth.

Wu Li's Adam's apple bobbed, and he let out a muffled groan of unbearable discomfort.

Chai Xiaomi thought he was in pain again: "Is the mother worm biting you again?"

He didn't speak, but his breathing was a little heavy, and his eyes were dark, as if he was hiding something.

Chai Xiaomi's misunderstanding deepened. She hurriedly pushed him down onto the pillow, leaned down, and gently kissed his left chest in a comforting manner.

That's where it was, the place where the mother insect had devoured it.

Wu Li was completely unable to move.

He only felt soft lips, warm and moist, covering his chest.

Like raindrops.

The spring rain falls softly and silently on the windowpane, soaking the entire night.

Like flower petals.

The petals blown down by the wind twirl and drift down, gently landing on my clothes. Before I could brush them off, another petal fell.

Like what? He couldn't think of anything; his mind was completely blank.

All his thoughts were drained away, leaving only that one sensation, terrifyingly clear. Wherever her lips landed, it was as if a small flame was ignited there, spreading along his blood vessels and burning his whole body.

He even forgot to breathe.

She had only kissed his face before, every part of it. Further down, at most, he kissed his Adam's apple and collarbone, which he had to coax and beg to get.

But at this moment, she was kissing his body.

Those things he thought only he would do voluntarily.

"Mimi..." he croaked hoarsely, the sound seeming to be squeezed out of his throat.

Chai Xiaomi was taken aback and looked up at him.

Her eyes were still wet, and her lips were slightly red from the kiss. She looked so sweet and soft, and just sitting on him made him feel like he was going to die.

"What's wrong?" She tilted her head and asked seriously, "Is the cotton ball working? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Her long hair cascaded over his chest, the ends brushing against his skin and causing a faint, ticklish sensation.

His long eyelashes suddenly trembled.

He slightly raised his eyelids, his breathing a little heavy, his Adam's apple bobbing gently, and his question carried a hint of pitifulness: "Am I going to have to sleep on the floor again tonight?"

"Of course not," Chai Xiaomi said, leaning down. "You've already confessed, so how could I be some kind of heartless, wicked woman who bullies her husband every day?"

"Now that we don't have to sleep on the floor anymore," his voice trailed off, "could we do something more effective than cotton balls?"

Chai Xiaomi: "What?"

He raised his hand and gently took her hand that was resting on his chest, his fingertips tracing her knuckles: "Want to be a bad wife for once? It's not impossible."

In the candlelight, the boy's eyes were tinged with a faint red at the corners, his gaze slightly narrowed as he looked at her face, as if he held something unyielding within him.

Her voice carried a subtle, seductive undertone: "Mimi...you can bully me too..."

The firewood and millet ears suddenly burst into flames.

What? What do you mean by bullying him?!

This person, what's wrong with this person...?

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but found that her tongue was tied in a knot.

The culprit was lying there, his eyes red-rimmed, his pupils gleaming, and a faint smile playing on his lips, clearly looking like someone who could be slaughtered at will.

But she felt like she was the one being bullied.

"elder sister......"

Again.

He's arrived with his ultimate move.

Chai Xiaomi felt a chill run down her spine, considering that he was indeed in poor health, and also thinking about the frequency of his recent reduction in the number of days he had been on the road.

She took a deep breath and, steeling herself, took the lead position.

In fact.

It appeared as if she was holding the steering wheel, but the one who was stepping hard on the gas pedal from beginning to end was not her at all.

In the end, she sank into the bed, utterly exhausted, her body feeling as if all her bones had been drained, and she collapsed into a limp heap.

The blanket was gently pulled up, covering her smooth back.

The boy, still cool from his bath, approached her, first smoothing the damp stray hairs at her temples before carefully pulling her into his arms.

Chai Xiaomi was startled by the coolness, and her heavily closed eyelids twitched.

"I'm sorry," the boy apologized softly, hurriedly stepping back a little. "Let me warm myself up first before I hug you."

The blanket didn't move at all, covering her completely. When he stepped back, he was completely outside the blanket. Where was he supposed to warm himself up?

Chai Xiaomi groggily rolled over, snuggled into his arms, and lazily mumbled, "Big ice block, I'd rather warm you up."

She was fine when she didn't turn over, but as soon as she did, she felt sore all over, her waist ached, her legs ached, and she was too lazy to even move her fingers.

She nuzzled against his neck sleepily, her voice soft and sticky: "Luckily you're not feeling well, or you would have really killed me."

"Not happy?"

Wu Li placed his arm under her head to adjust her sleeping position, and was slightly taken aback upon hearing this.

The pain of being bitten by the mother worm is indeed excruciating, but once the heart is destroyed along with it, the pain during the regrowth process is greatly reduced. This minor injury tonight will not affect his performance at all.

Why does what she said sound a bit harsh?

The boy's competitive spirit surged, and he immediately refused to back down.

Explain yourself.

He lowered his head, staring at the drowsy little face in his arms, his tone utterly serious: "What do you mean by 'luckily I'm not feeling well'? Where did you feel I wasn't feeling well?"

Chai Xiaomi was so sleepy, and it would be almost dawn soon. She could barely keep her eyes open, so she casually asked in a soft, lazy tone, "Then tell me, why have you been applying stickers less often lately?"

"I......"

Wu Li's gaze was complicated. The girl in his arms had her eyes tightly closed, and her curled eyelashes, like two small fans, quietly covered her lower eyelids.

Her cheeks were flushed from exhaustion, like the tips of newly ripe peaches on spring branches, and even the tip of her nose was tinged with a thin layer of pink.

Looking so sleepy and drowsy, he probably won't be listening attentively.

He hesitated for a moment, his voice low and hoarse: "I'm just afraid you'll get tired of it."

"......Um?"

"Song Yueyao said that being too clingy gets cloying." He paused, "Is that what you women all think?"

Although Chai Xiaomi was sleepy, she still tried her best to stay awake.

After listening to what he said, she gave a speechless twitch at the corner of her mouth.

"So that's why..."

She snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position, her voice soft and sticky: "Who told you all women think like that? Why do you always make up your own ideas? She's her, and I'm me. Everyone's thoughts are different. What might seem tedious to her is just nauseating to me."

"I just love spending time with my Lili."

By the end, she was so sleepy that her voice grew softer and softer, like a cat purring as it fell asleep.

Wu Li's eyes suddenly lit up.

Then, he silently pulled the blanket up, covering both of their heads.

In the darkness, his voice came close to her ear: "Shall we do it one more time?"

......

I don't know how much time passed.

The soft, suppressed sobs of a girl could be heard coming from under the covers.

"You...you stinky bastard...you bastard..."

Her response was a low laugh and even more rapid breathing.

The blankets swayed slightly, occasionally letting out soft, tinkling sounds. Through the thick quilt, the sounds seemed somewhat muffled, yet strangely, they gave the impression of a hidden smile.