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

Chi Buwan watched as Xiao Wuli slowly lowered his raised hand, and heard him answer with his head down.

"Disciple... my name is Xiao Wuli, it's a pleasure... to meet you."

The voice was very soft; if it weren't for Chi Buwan's excellent hearing due to her divine power, she might not have heard the last few words.

His finger, which had been hovering in mid-air, paused for a moment before slowly lowering itself.

Based on Xiao Wuli's personality, which he later coaxed into being bold, if he knew that everything that happened in the cultivation world was not a dream, he would definitely hug him, bury his head in his neck and secretly shed tears, telling him his grievances and fears in a sobbing voice.

But now there isn't...

Chi Buwan slightly curled his fingers, not realizing that the person in front of him wasn't his wife, but clearly knowing that his wife was insecure and lacked self-confidence.

When Xiao Wuli felt inferior and insecure, he would always lower his head and hide himself like this.

It was like this when he and Xiao Wuli first got together a long time ago. Later, after they had been together for a while, he became more confident because he had spoiled her. She dared to look at him with teary eyes and cry as she told him what he thought was wrong with her.

...Actually, I wasn't that confident in my coaxing.

Who would believe that Xiao Wuli cried and said he was ugly the most times?

How much inferiority complex must one have to feel that they are ugly?

Chi Buwan looked at Xiao Wuli, who was looking down, and reached out to rub his head.

So what's the reason now?

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he remembered 337's words.

—【The real Xiao Wuli...is a little imperfect.】

incomplete?

Chi Buwan's eyes flickered slightly as she examined Xiao Wuli from head to toe, but she couldn't find anything amiss.

Could it be an internal injury?

He reached out and grasped Xiao Wuli's wrist.

The moment his fingertips touched her skin, Xiao Wuli tensed for a second, then slowly relaxed, her breathing becoming lighter, and she lowered her head, obediently letting him do as he pleased.

The divine power was injected into Xiao Wuli's body, searching along the meridians, but stopped after a while.

It wasn't that the divine power had been exhausted, but rather that the meridians were blocked—in the legs.

At the same time, I heard the voice of 337.

Xiao Wuli was in a car accident when he was 17 years old, and has been unable to stand since. For the past six years, he has been in a wheelchair.

Without pausing, he gathered a wisp of warm yet vast divine power at his fingertips and carefully reconnected the broken and twisted meridians.

The divine power flowed along the meridians, soothing the burning pain. The originally withered meridians gradually began to glow under the nourishment of the divine power.

In the blink of an eye, Chi Buwan, having completed everything, slowly withdrew his divine power. Looking at Xiao Wuli, who was still unaware, he stood up in front of him and took half a step back.

Xiao Wuli noticed his movement and subconsciously wanted to reach out and hold his hand, but stopped in the end, only moving her fingertips slightly.

Suddenly, those shapely, slender, white legs turned around in my sight, as if they were about to leave.

Xiao Wuli's pupils trembled, and his mind went blank the moment those two legs took a step forward.

He quickly stood up, staggered forward, and suddenly pulled the person into his arms.

His arms tightened around him, a mixture of panic and stubbornness in them, gripping his waist tightly, burying his face in the side of that slender white neck, his voice hoarse:

"...Don't go."

Is it too late to go to the tea table to pour myself a glass of water after not drinking any water all day?

Feeling a dampness on her neck, Chi Buwan turned her head slightly to look at him, her cheek brushing against his hair. She turned her shoulder as well, reaching out to lift Xiao Wuli's head, meeting his watery black eyes, and said, "You dare to hug me again?"

Xiao Wuli paused, and then looked down at his legs.

Chi Buwan pinched his cheek, her peach blossom eyes filled with helplessness.

Fortunately, he was willing, otherwise he would definitely have staged those forced love scenes with Xiao Wuli.

"It's alright, it's just your legs, they'll be healed." Chi Buwan coaxed him, "Even if they weren't healed, so what? You're still my boyfriend."

Xiao Wuli's dark eyes trembled slightly with tears, and upon hearing his words, even her breathing became a fraction lighter.

"What? Have you forgotten about us? Or..." Chi Buwan trailed off, finally choosing to tease his clueless wife, "...Did I get the wrong person?"

Xiao Wuli's phoenix eyes widened suddenly, and he hurriedly replied, "I haven't got the wrong person!"

Chi Buwan lowered her head and chuckled, her eyes crinkling and bright. She looked up and glanced at him, then gently scolded him, "Idiot."

Xiao Wuli pursed his lips, his heart pounding. Upon hearing this, he didn't refute, but simply nodded slightly in acknowledgment, "Disciple..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chi Buwan tilted his head slightly. Upon seeing this, Xiao Wuli immediately changed his self-reference, saying, "I'm an idiot."

Is it too late?:............

.

Xiao Wuli has turned back into Xiao Wuli, but she's even more clingy than before.

They stick to you wherever you go, even when you go to the toilet.

Butler Liu beamed with joy and ordered the kitchen to prepare a large table of dishes.

Chi Buwan sat at the dining table, with Xiao Wuli sitting next to him, his arm pressed tightly against his, and Xiao Changqing sitting opposite him, curiously sizing him up.

"Sister-in-law, how did you meet my brother?" Xiao Changqing asked.

Is it too late?:..........

"Who is the sister-in-law?"

Xiao Wuli is his wife! If anyone should call her, it should be his brother-in-law!

Xiao Changqing felt the chill and shivered before quickly changing his words to the person opposite him, "Brother, how did you meet my sister-in-law?"

Is it too late?:............

Feed.

Chi Buwan looked at Xiao Changqing and began to doubt his intelligence. In the end, she did not argue with him about the matter and said in a serious tone, "That day, I was on a luxury cruise ship. I had just stood on the deck when suddenly, a level 10 tornado swept through the air and hit him right in the arms of him, who was drinking 1982 Lafite in a private helicopter in the sky."

Xiao Changqing's eyes widened. "Really?"

Is it too late?

Does it sound real?

Not Too Late: "Really."

Xiao Changqing leaned closer, his face full of innocent curiosity, and asked, "And then? And then?"

It's not too late.

At the same time, there was a sincere and burning gaze beside her. Chi Buwan turned her head and met Xiao Wuli's nervous and curious dark eyes.

He paused, a helpless smile playing on his lips.

His naive wife really can't leave him; she even believes his exaggerated encounter. If outsiders knew, they'd probably try to coax him with sweets.

337:..........