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

Looking at the stunned Xiao Wuli, Chi Buwan said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Actually, you could have come looking for me."

Although he was straight at that time, if he could be turned gay by Xiao Wuli once, why couldn't he be turned gay a second time?

Maybe we'll start by being brothers, and then she'll become his wife?

Xiao Wuli pursed his lips, and beneath them, the tip of his tongue gently licked the spot where the person in front of him had kissed him. After two seconds, he lowered his head, revealing his slightly reddened ear tips, and said in a hoarse voice, "After I turn 25, I cannot leave this place. I do not wish to disturb Master's life."

Chi Buwan paused for a moment, then remembered what had happened and calmed her breathing.

After a while, he came to his senses, looked at the dejected Xiao Wuli, and gently coaxed him, "But the ending is good too."

Xiao Wuli nodded vigorously and replied, "Yes!"

Chi Buwan's heart softened, and she lowered her hand from rubbing his head to gently touch his earlobe, her cool fingertips cooling him down.

Xiao Wuli turned his head slightly and leaned close to his hand.

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Chi Buwan and Xiao Wuli stepped into the room. There was a big difference between looking at it from the outside and experiencing it firsthand.

He arrived at the museum, which was full of collections related to himself. He had completely forgotten when some of the photos were taken, but they were all recorded.

And these used items, needless to say, are completely forgotten.

Chi Buwan looked up at the giant photograph hanging on the wall and fell into thought.

Suddenly, he grasped a clue, and following that clue, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he recalled it.

The clothes in the giant photo were what he wore on his first day of university!

After he put his luggage back in the dormitory, Xie Hanfeng came to find him to eat hot pot. Then, he accidentally got oil splashed all over himself, and he threw the clothes away.

Chi Buwan paused, turned her head to look at Xiao Wuli, and asked, "Did you first meet me at the start of university?"

"Mmm." Xiao Wuli answered quickly, her ears turning red and her cheeks beginning to flush.

That was his first year in a wheelchair. At that time, he still resented everyone and cursed the world. Why could others live a peaceful and happy life, while he lost his mobility when he was 17, during his only 25 years of freedom?

The day university started was sunny and bright, completely opposite to his mood as he sat in the car.

He didn't need to attend classes at school; there were excellent teachers in the villa who could teach him one-on-one. But that day, he wanted to use the excuse of enrolling in university to get some fresh air.

On that day, he witnessed a scene at the school gate that he would never forget.

The prestigious school gates were bright and open, bustling with people, and a young man ran towards them against the light.

The white shirt was swept back by the wind, clinging tightly to the front, revealing the outline of a slender waist. The boy was tall and straight, with wisps of hair flying wildly across his forehead. His peach blossom eyes were particularly striking, and when he smiled, his eyes sparkled as he stared straight in his direction, radiating a vibrant and dazzling youthful energy.

His heart skipped a beat, and he stared blankly as the man ran towards him, but stopped in front of him and spoke to a stranger.

It was only then that he realized that the fervent journey was not for him.

"We'll talk about this later. I'm going to find out where the beast is hiding."

A familiar voice reached his ears, and Xiao Wuli breathed softly, focusing his gaze on the person he was searching for. The faint, exotic fragrance that he used to only dare to get a little closer to smell lingered around his nose.

He never imagined he would have any interaction with him, because he was not only ill, but also had a mission he couldn't shirk.

So, being sick, he wrote all the things that happened in his dreams into novels, perversely portraying the person he longed for as a charming and seductive character, and then psychologically twistedly published them on a platform, carrying a sliver of hope that the person he longed for would discover them and thus remember him indirectly.

His initial pen name was Chi Wuli, but he felt it would be too obvious, so the moment he clicked "confirm," he changed his name to Chi Caosu—Chi Xiao.

The moment he successfully registered, he looked at his pen name and laughed self-deprecatingly.

He had never met him before, so how could he know that there was a person in this world named "Xiao Wuli"?

Xiao Wuli took a light breath, inhaling the exotic fragrance that lingered around his nose. His fingertips twitched slightly involuntarily, and he lowered his eyes to suppress the excitement welling up in his heart.

But now... he knows.

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After searching around for a while without finding anything suspicious, Chi Buwan turned around and saw Xiao Wuli standing in the middle of the room with his head down, his ears, face, and neck all turning red.

Chi Buwan paused for a moment, put down the photo of himself he had picked up, and scratched his head.

In fact, if his private collection were discovered, he would definitely be so embarrassed that he would want to crawl into a hole, let alone have his collection discovered and looked at everywhere.

Not long after, he put down his hand and decided to bother 337.

[What's wrong, host?] 337 came running at the first call, but the next second, it was startled by its surroundings. [Oh my god! Big brother!!!]

Is it too late?

337 looked terrified, turned to its host, and said, "Host, these photos are all of you!"

Not Too Late: [I'm not blind.]

"Where am I?" 337, pale-faced, opened the screen. After seeing the address, the whole ball instantly returned to normal. "Oh~ so I'm still at the villa. This must be where Xiao Wuli collects your things, right?"

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

Is this normal?

He paused for a moment, not too late.

If it's his wife, then it's perfectly normal.

【Why did you call me out?】Question 337.

Let's get straight to the point: [Look around and see where the ferocious beast is.]

Upon hearing this, 337 froze. "[This is the place I just pointed out?]"

"What else?" He said, not long ago, "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and find it."

337 looked at the screen and said, "But there's no trace of demonic beast activity here."

Is it too late?

[Wait!] 337 sensed something was wrong, its pupils dilating as it looked up at him. [Host, the ferocious beast isn't a beast.]

He frowned, not long ago. [What does that mean?]

337 looked around. [The ferocious beasts... were everything in this room.]

He was taken aback, not too late.

"I understand!" 337 suddenly raised its voice excitedly, saying, "Xiao Wuli's obsession has run too deep over the years. The ferocious beast beneath the villa was the first to realize this, so it clings to that obsession, attempting to conquer this world by relying on Xiao Wuli's obsession!"

He is a genius.

It is because the ferocious beast is attached to the obsession that even the supreme god cannot find the source of this obsession.

So that's the reason!

Sure enough, something unusual must be going on.

Chi Buwan frowned, focusing on only one point: "You mean, if we want to eliminate the ferocious beast, we have to burn these things?"

337 nodded. "That's right."

Chi Buwan's tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and he turned to look at Xiao Wuli behind him. Just then, Xiao Wuli looked up at him, his dark eyes sparkling with pure and innocent light.

Not Too Late: [Are there any other ways to eliminate the ferocious beast?]

337 shook his head and said, "The ferocious beast has been attached to these things for too long; it has come to regard them as its own bodies. There is no other way."