Stop crying, I'll give it to you, okay?

.

As her guilt gradually subsided, Chi Buwan looked at Xiao Wuli, who was smiling in front of her, paused slightly, and her eyebrows unconsciously curved down.

Xiao Wuli curled his fingertips, gazing at his master's crescent-shaped, captivating peach blossom eyes. His heart skipped a beat, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. By the time he came to his senses, the person in front of him had already looked away. Only his wildly beating heart told him that his master had just smiled at him.

Xiao Wuli's breathing became erratic, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he took several deep breaths to gradually calm the heat in his heart.

Chi Buwan on the other side was drawn to other things and became curious.

"What do you think I'm most afraid of?" he asked Little Dumpling.

337:.......

Here we go again, the scene where the protagonist inevitably courts disaster.

It's not too late to think about it seriously.

die?

...That's alright, anyway he's already dead.

Failed to show off?

!

Although this is quite scary, it's still acceptable.

[Fear?] After thinking it over and finding nothing he was afraid of, Chi Buwan's inner voice put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly, ["I, Chi Buwan, have never even known how to spell the word 'fear' in my entire life!"]

Little dumpling: ...........

Still a straight man.

337 decided to give the straight man a good beating on his confidence and said, "Host, would you like to try inhaling some of the poisonous miasma?"

With a half-closed gaze, he thought, "Are you challenging me?"

337:

Okay! I accept your challenge!

As soon as he finished speaking, he withdrew the spiritual energy covering his body, and quickly inhaled the poisonous miasma in the air.

The little dumpling, slightly overwhelmed by the masculine scent, closed its eyes. When it opened them again, the host in front of it had quickly fallen into a coma due to inhaling too much air.

Little Dumplings are the God of Silence.

It glanced at Xiao Wuli, who noticed something was wrong and looked over, and then entered the host's consciousness to see the host's fear.

-

The streets were bustling, and the shouts of vendors selling candied hawthorns filled my ears. I bought a skewer and ate it as I walked, humming a tune.

"Whoa—!"

Suddenly, a piercing neighing of a horse rang out from the distant street corner, mingling with the panicked shouts of the coachman.

"Get away! Get away! The horses are frightened and out of control, everyone get away!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a brown-red horse pulling an unusual-looking carriage rushing towards them.

The vendor's load was knocked over, and sugar figurines and pastries rolled all over the ground. Frightened cries and curses rose and fell in succession. Pedestrians retreated to both sides like a tide. In the blink of an eye, the area in front of them was empty, except for a slender white figure standing in the middle of the road, motionless.

Chi Buwan narrowed her peach blossom eyes slightly, biting into the candied hawthorn she hadn't finished eating, while a worried curse filled her ears.

"Get out of the way! You want to die?!"

Before he could finish speaking, the out-of-control brown horse charged straight at him. Chi Buyan lightly touched the ground with his toes, raised his hand to grasp the reins, and jumped onto the horse.

"Daddy!" A child who had fallen down and was crying was sitting in the middle of the road. He looked helplessly at the tall horse that was stepping on him and cried even louder.

Chi Buwan's peach blossom eyes flashed with a coldness, and he forcefully sank his wrist.

The out-of-control horse let out a mournful neigh, its front hooves raised high in front of the child, and it came to a sudden stop as if it had been braked.

"Xiao Bao!" A man with a thick beard ran out from the side of the street and picked up the child in the middle of the road. Fearing that the horse would lose control again, he quickly carried him to the side of the road.

Not long after, the brown horse loosened its grip, its neighing breathing gradually calming down, and the strength fading from its crimson eyes.

"Your Highness!"

Suddenly, a group of people ran out and surrounded the carriage behind the brown horse in a panic. After a while, a gust of wind blew and lifted the curtain, revealing a face so beautiful it was outrageous.

He froze, his pupils dilating unconsciously, but before he could get a good look at the gust of wind, it stopped, obscuring the face of the carriage driver.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

"It's alright."

Chi Buwan was stunned for a long time until she heard a deep, hoarse voice from inside the carriage, and then she slowly came back to her senses.

Just as he was about to turn back and withdraw his gaze, a pair of well-defined hands grabbed the edge of the curtain and slowly lifted it.

Chi Buwan held her breath, staring blankly with her peach blossom eyes.

Those perfectly shaped phoenix eyes looked at him with a slight upward tilt, possessing a sharp edge, yet softening the moment their gaze met. The dark mole at the corner of her eye added an indescribable allure, her nose was high and straight, her lips were defined, and her skin was pale and cold.

So...so beautiful.

"Thank you, immortal." The man's soft, husky voice slowly rang out, and Chi Buwan blinked her long eyelashes, snapping her back to reality.

Wow, it's a man!

He removed the candied hawthorn from his mouth, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, popped a candied hawthorn into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, dismounted, turned back to look up at the people in the carriage, and said in a muffled voice, "You're welcome. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"Immortal".

Chi Buwan paused for a moment, then turned to look at the man who was exactly to his aesthetic sensibilities, tilting his head.

The man looked at him and said, "My name is Xiao Wuli. May I ask what your name is, immortal?"

Xiao Wuli?

Chi Buwan frowned slightly. Why did this name sound so familiar? It seemed like she had heard it somewhere before.

"If the immortal does not wish to answer, then so be it," said the man named Xiao Wuli. "You saved me; you are my savior. I wonder if I may invite you to my residence for a visit? I... would like to properly thank you."

"It's not too late." Chi Buwan waved her hand gently. "No need for thanks..."

Before he could finish speaking, he paused slightly, looking at Xiao Wuli, whose brows were furrowed and whose eyes were filled with pity, and his breath hitched.

The scene shifts, and Chi Buwan is sitting in the pavilion in the backyard of Prince Xiao's mansion.

Is it too late?

What happened? How did he agree?