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

Chai Xiaomi desperately wanted to vomit by sticking her fingers down her throat, thinking that if she could really vomit something out, it would be fine. Unfortunately, it had probably been digested overnight, and she could only force out a few drops of physiological tears.

Seeing her hunched over, leaning against the door frame, looking utterly exhausted, Jiang Zhiyu understood. He had heard that pregnant women often experience nausea and discomfort, so it must be quite difficult for her.

"It's truly not easy for a woman to be pregnant." He spoke gently, with a hint of apology and pity, and patted Wu Li's shoulder lightly. "Wu Li, you stay and rest with Xiao Mi. I'll go and tell Chief Escort Yan about this."

It's all his fault. If he hadn't let Xiaomi see the dead rat, perhaps she wouldn't have reacted this way.

Jiang Zhiyu hurriedly picked up the dead rat and turned to leave, thinking that he should clean it up as soon as possible to avoid making people uncomfortable again.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Wu Li leaned closer, her voice as soft as a cool breeze: "Didn't you want to get closer to your Yu-ge?"

"Look, he was scared away by your disheveled appearance. What a pity."

He calmly observed her expression, his tone full of regret.

If Chai Xiaomi hadn't caught a glimpse of the fleeting sarcasm in his eyes, she would almost have believed his lies.

"You really hate Jiang Zhiyu that much?"

The surrounding air suddenly froze.

Wu Li did not answer.

Chai Xiaomi straightened up, brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, and looked directly into the boy's eyes, which had darkened because of her words: "So much that you hate him—you wish he would disappear from this world?"

Judging from his attitude towards Jiang Zhiyu just now, he clearly harbored some kind of suppressed and stoic hatred.

Here we have to admire Jiang Zhiyu's insensitivity; he seemed completely oblivious, probably not even noticing anything.

Perhaps in his eyes, Wu Li was just a younger brother with a stubborn personality and a slightly bad temper, and he only needed to be more accommodating and tolerant.

This was something Chai Xiaomi really didn't expect. It turned out that Wu Li's murderous intent towards Jiang Zhiyu had begun to show so early on. But he had only recently developed feelings for Song Yueyao. Wasn't the speed at which he turned to hate because of love a little too fast?

In the original work, he clearly hid his murderous intent towards the male lead perfectly in the early stages. At first, he only wanted to plant a love potion in the female lead. After repeated setbacks, and seeing the female lead and the male lead getting closer and closer, he gradually fell into the abyss.

It wasn't until the later stages that he completely turned evil, revealing his insane side and vowing to drag the entire main group into hell.

So where exactly does the problem lie?

Why did he stop hiding so early...?

"He's not as stupid as I thought." Wu Li's lips curved into a smile, but his eyes were devoid of any smile, as cold as a deep pool.

He leaned against the doorframe, showing no panic at being exposed. Instead, he tilted his head and raised his chin slightly in the direction Jiang Zhiyu had left. "What are you still standing there for? Go on, go tell him to be on guard against me."

Chai Xiaomi stood still.

"What?" He chuckled softly, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over the scorpion tattoo on the back of her hand. "Because you like me, you can't bear to report me?"

The more you look at that tattoo, the more irritating it becomes.

Every time she thought about how her protection of him was driven by the love potion, while her affection for Jiang Zhiyu came from her heart, she felt as if an invisible hand was slowly twisting her internal organs, causing a sour and swollen sensation that almost burst her chest.

This feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and it inexplicably made him irritable.

"Trying to kick me out? No way!" Chai Xiaomi put her hands on her hips and snorted lightly through her nose. "We haven't settled our scores yet."

She rubbed her still somewhat stuffy stomach, then suddenly took a step forward, tilted her head back, and looked into the boy's eyes with clear, bright eyes.

"Lili."

The girl's eyelashes fluttered, her beautiful eyes suddenly curving upwards, and a sweet and gentle smile bloomed on her lips.

Like a gentle spring breeze, like the warm sunshine.

Wu Li froze completely.

Because that hand hanging by her side was suddenly gently held by a pair of soft, warm hands.

Chai Xiaomi held his hand in front of her and cradled it in her palm.

His hands were exceptionally beautiful, with distinct knuckles, slightly visible veins, and a cool, white skin.

Only his fingernails, stained a deep, dark black from years of playing with poison, were so dark and the edges of his nails had a sharp, curved sheen. Combined with his overly refined appearance, he looked just like a captivating enchantress from a storybook.

Chai Xiaomi thought to herself: This is awesome! With these natural advantages, I'll be the perfect opponent at comic conventions!

She looked down for a while, then suddenly turned her face and gently pressed her warm, soft cheek against it.

Wu Li's breathing stopped abruptly.

His entire body froze into a stiff stone sculpture, even his fingertips were taut.

The delicate skin brushed against his cool hand like a feather, sending a subtle yet surging shiver through him, spreading from the point of contact and stirring up silent ripples.

Her movements were just like a cat lazily rubbing its paws.

However, she wasn't rubbing her own paws.

It was his.

"You..." Wu Li's throat moved slightly, he paused, and his voice was low and hoarse, almost a breath, "What are you doing?"

Although I had been playing with and kneading her for a long time, the feeling was completely different when her soft face pressed against me now.

He didn't even dare to move his fingertips, for fear of startling something.

Chai Xiaomi gently rubbed against his hand a couple more times before tilting her head back, resting her chin on the back of his hand, a sly glint in her eyes: "Disinfection complete! Get ready, it's time for the injection."

After saying that, he opened his mouth and made a "whoosh" sound, leaving two rows of small teeth marks firmly on the back of his hand.

"Who told you to trick me into drinking that bowl of bone soup? This is your punishment. This debt is settled."

She narrowed her eyes and warned, enunciating each word clearly: "No, this will be an example."

The bite wasn't hard; her intention was simply to let Wu Li know that she wouldn't accept such a prank. But when Chai Xiaomi looked down and saw the two rows of clear teeth marks, she remembered the countless overlapping wounds that had covered his body.

Her heart softened, and she pursed her lips, her voice becoming gentle: "The injection is finished. Now, put on a cotton ball."

As she spoke, she lowered her head and gently pressed her soft, warm cheek against the back of his hand, as if to soothe him, as if to touch some fragile wound.

"Alright, I'm going to report you to Jiang Zhiyu." After sticking the sticker on her, she let go, turned around and left, her change of attitude swift and ruthless.

In that instant of turning his head, the sly gloating between his brows was impossible to hide, and his ulterior motives were written all over his face.

Wu Li watched that graceful figure disappear into the distance. She wasn't going to report him at all; she was just trying to scare him.

She turned the corner of the corridor and went downstairs, her skirt fluttering, her steps hurried, making a "thump thump thump" sound on the floorboards, and ran away down the stairs.

The echoes of the wooden planks had clearly faded and dissipated, but the "thump, thump, thump" sound seemed to still resonate in my heart, striking me again and again.

He slowly raised his hand, staring at the two rows of faint teeth marks on the back of his hand.

So it turns out that kittens can bite when provoked.

but--

"Is this... punishment?"

He murmured softly, watching the mark gradually fade, then suddenly lowered his head, covered the spot with his lips, and bit down hard along the outline of the teeth marks.

It wasn't until the stench of blood filled my mouth that I finally relaxed.

The new teeth marks were deeply imprinted, deepening the mark.