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

As soon as he finished speaking, he quickly walked a few steps, holding the sugar figurine, and caught up with Song Yueyao ahead.

The fried dough stick's voice suddenly rang out again: "Host, something's wrong! I have a feeling the villain wants to kill someone right now?!"

Chai Xiaomi instinctively wanted to turn around and look.

But then he discovered that Wu Li had appeared beside him at some point.

His face was somber, his eyes were filled with an unyielding iciness, and the pressure around him was terrifyingly low.

"So those sugar figurines holding hands were specially brought for Jiang Zhiyu. No wonder you treasured them so much, always carrying them in your arms, afraid of damaging them." He glanced at her sideways, a mocking smile on his lips.

"If that's what you're saying, then I'll cherish your sugar figurine even more and just eat it."

Wu Li chuckled softly.

The laughter was soft and slow, yet it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Then I'll try some too. Where should I start?" He slowly raised the "millet" sugar figurine in his hand, bringing it close to his eyes to examine it closely. His gaze traced the outline of the sugar figurine. "Should I eat the head, the hands, or the feet first?"

The tone was sinister, as if he wasn't talking about sugar figurines at all.

Chai Xiaomi seemed to feel countless invisible worms crawling onto her skin. She coughed lightly and said, "Look how cute it is. Maybe we shouldn't eat it."

He shifted his gaze from the sugar figurine to her face: "Then beg me. Beg me, and I won't eat it."

She closed her eyes, gently pinched the hem of his shirt and tugged at it. She was already quite adept at begging him, and her voice was so soft it could melt your heart: "Please, please don't eat it. Li Li, you're the best~~"

You Tiao was utterly shocked: "...So, while I was away, you survived using this method? The villain actually fell for this??"

Chai Xiaomi: "Perhaps his lifelong wish was to become a Buddha, to be worshipped and begged by people every day."

"Alright then." His mood seemed to improve again, a smile spreading across his lips, revealing a genuine sense of pleasure.

He turned to the sugar figurine in his hand, which was standing with its hands on its hips, and gently tapped its head with his fingertip, his tone carrying a strange hint of doting affection, "If you behave well, your brother will spare your life."

"Brother, brother?" Chai Xiaomi was taken aback by the address.

The boy smiled slightly and gently shook the sugar figurine in his hand at her. "Let me introduce you, this is my newly adopted little sister. I'm currently thinking of a name for her. Could you help me decide if we should call her 'Silly Rice' or 'Dumb Rice'?"

Chai Xiaomi was speechless. "Did you ask for my opinion before you recognized it as your little sister? Besides, you're a year younger than me, so what kind of older brother are you? You should be calling me older sister."

She suddenly remembered how Wu Li called Song Yueyao "sister." Her heterochromatic eyes were beautiful and bright, sparkling with an innocent radiance. The corners of her eyes were slightly upturned, curving into crescent shapes when she smiled, with a cute little curve protruding from the tip of her canine tooth.

I know it's just him pretending to be sweet and innocent, but it's damn sweet!

Like an innocent little dog, it inexplicably evokes pity.

Why doesn't she receive the same treatment?!

She's either an idiot or an idiot!

They're full of idiots all day long!

She grew angrier the more she thought about it: "You can adopt it as your sister, but you have to call me 'older sister' first."

Wu Li looked at the sugar figurine in his hand, then at the girl in front of him with her hands on her hips, her posture almost identical.

He found it extremely amusing, and deliberately held the sugar figurine next to her face, squinting to compare them.

He raised an eyebrow and asked her, "Why should I?"

Whether it's the one in my hand or the one standing in front of me, they both clearly look like my younger sister.

Their cheeks were swollen in the same way, looking exactly like two little pufferfish. Perhaps she was sulking when she was drawing sugar figurines, because even her expression now is somewhat similar.

Looking closer, she doesn't even resemble a younger sister anymore; she looks more like a child.

A soft and chewy glutinous rice ball, its face displaying all its emotions.

It makes you want to reach out and poke it.

Try to see if it sinks in softly like glutinous rice, or if it puffs up to its limit like a pufferfish and then deflates with a "poof".

"Just because I'm older than you!" Chai Xiaomi shouted, slapping his hand away.

She was angry, and not only did he ignore her demands, he even had the leisure to seriously poke her face!

"Oh? How big is it?" He suddenly bent down and leaned close to her face.

First, he pinched her cheek. "Are you taller than me?"

He pinched her slender arm again, "Are your arms still thicker than mine?"

Finally, he gently tapped her forehead. "Or perhaps, you're just smarter than me?"

"You're inferior to me in every way, so why should you be my older sister?" He smirked, raised an eyebrow in a nonchalant manner, and looked at her arrogantly and provocatively.

His gaze was leisurely and carefree, yet it seemed to reveal an innate arrogance.

"No matter what you say, it's no use. It's an indisputable fact that I'm a year older than you. Call me 'sister'!"

"I won't call it."

He refused decisively.

"Just call me that once. You can call other people 'sister,' so why can't you call me? It's not like you'll lose a piece of your flesh. Don't be so petty." When being forceful didn't work, she decided to try a softer approach.

"I won't call it."

Wu Li calmly pulled back the sleeve that she was holding, and suddenly called out softly, "Mimi."

Chai Xiaomi: "?"

He said gently to the sugar figurine, "Mimi, let's go. She's too noisy, let's ignore her."

After saying that, he turned and left.

away from the spectrum.

This person actually teamed up with those around her to isolate her.

*

Inside the Illusionary Sound Pavilion, light gauze curtains hung like mist, and the sound of the zither flowed like

Perhaps because the guests have been mostly ordinary travelers lately, the pavilion did not have the extravagant scene of revelry and debauchery that one might imagine.

The flower girls, who are usually elegant and charming, have now toned down their flamboyant style.

But that inherent passion could not be hidden in the end.

Especially when two exceptionally handsome young men appeared before her.

"Are you two gentlemen looking for a place to stay? We have a few rooms available in our pavilion. Some face the street with a view of the bustling city, while others are by the water with a clear view of the waves. Would you like me to show you around?"

"Let me do it! This young man is so handsome... even women would be captivated by him. How about I accompany you for a walk alone?"

"Oh dear, Hongxiu, why are you in such a hurry? I clearly saw it first."

Chai Xiaomi and Song Yueyao had unknowingly been pushed to the outermost circle by the crowd.

In such an atmosphere, surrounded by beautiful women, pretty girls are not a rarity.

A handsome young man is a rare find.

After all, out of ten customers who come on weekdays, only one is barely presentable.

The ladies-in-waiting in the pavilion all wore dark eyebrows and rouge on their lips, their clothes were bright and beautiful, and they were all carefully dressed up.

Chai Xiaomi and Song Yueyao, both travel-worn and dressed rather simply, stood out even more amidst the brightly colored crowd, their swaying, vibrant skirts drawing all the attention.

Wu Li carefully protected the sugar figurine in his arms with one hand, but his gaze cut through the layers of people like a blade, and caught a faint pink color that was almost invisible amidst the red flowers and green willows.

When did they get squeezed to such a far place?