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

The weather was fine and sunny.

After disciplining the four-person group, Chi Buwan lay back in the rocking chair. Xiao Wuli, who was behind him, pursed his lips and slowly walked over, looking at him expectantly with his dark eyes.

Seeing this, Chi Buwan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth and move her eyes to the side.

Xiao Wuli's eyes lit up, and he reached out, bent down, and wrapped his arms around the man's waist, pulling him halfway into his embrace.

The two lay huddled together in a rocking chair that was neither too big nor too small, their skin pressed tightly together.

A gentle breeze blows, bringing a sense of leisure and contentment.

"Beep beep beep—"

A mechanical sound, like electricity, came from mid-air.

Chi Buwan and Xiao Wuli both heard the voice. They both looked up at a certain place in mid-air. A moment later, a small dumpling tore through space and time and appeared in front of them.

"Good afternoon, host!" 337 was round and had a notebook in his hand that he didn't know what he was going to write down.

"Hmm," Chi Buwan replied, his gaze falling on the notebook in its hand.

"Oh! This! Host, it's like this." 337 noticed his gaze, lifted the notebook and explained, "The system is currently updating and needs to archive data from various worlds. During the archiving process, we heard some curious questions from the outside world. According to the data, the host and the host's lover need to answer all the questions for the data archiving to be successful."

Chi Buwan nodded, indicating his willingness to cooperate.

Seeing his master nod, Xiao Wuli nodded without hesitation, for he was his master's beloved.

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337 straightened his collar, his round, fleshy chest encased in his suit that was practically about to burst. He looked seriously at the two people sitting close together with their arms pressed together, and said, holding his breath, "Alright, let's begin."

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

"First question." The little dumpling's body hair turned a little red from holding its breath.

Chi Buwan opened the jade fan and stood in front of him and Xiao Wuli.

"Bang—bang!"

The button on 337's suit jacket popped open on his stomach and landed on the jade fan with a crisp sound.

Little Dumpling let out a long sigh of relief, regaining her breathing. Seeing this, she shyly and quickly took off her clothes, coughed loudly, and raised her voice a little, "First question, if Xiao Wuli wants Master to keep calling me husband, will he eventually agree..."?

The voice of 337 asking the first question grew softer and softer.

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

The visitor is not good.

Chi Buwan: "Mm."

A real man never cares about titles.

Xiao Wuli paused, his long, slender fingers resting on his knees curled slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed softly.

337 breathed a sigh of relief, took notes, and then moved on to the next question, "This question is for Xiao Wuli: What kind of clothes do you like Shizun to wear the most?"

Xiao Wuli: "I like them all."

337 poked at the notebook, dissatisfied with the answer, "My favorite."

Chi Buwan looked at Xiao Wuli, her mind filled with all sorts of messy clothes she had worn.

...If Xiao Wuli dares to say it out loud, he won't wear it tonight.

Xiao Wuli: "A moon-white brocade robe."

Chi Buwan was taken aback when she saw the reddish tips of his ears peeking out when he looked down.

The truth.

"What would happen if the other person shrunk?" 337 asked the third question.

It took him a while to come to his senses and say, "Raise him."

Xiao Wuli lowered his head, the pink on the tips of his ears not yet completely faded, and habitually answered the person next to him, "Raise them."

"Does Chi Buwan really consider Xiao Wuli his wife?"

Is it too late?

What's the problem? Is it a brother or a wife?

337 paused for a moment, then took the initiative to answer the question for the straight male host.

It's been a hundred years, and the host still firmly believes that Xiao Wuli is the wife. If it were someone else, the host would have realized long ago that he himself is the wife. But it is Xiao Wuli who is satisfied with everything the host does and just staying by the host's side.

"Next question," 337 said intently, "If Brother Wan insists on a counterattack, will Xiao Wuli agree?"

Xiao Wuli answered without hesitation: "Yes."

Chi Buwan stroked his chin, looking puzzled like a typical straight man: "What's a counterattack?"

"...It's you on top." 337 expressed it euphemistically.

Silence is neither too late nor too late.

Who exactly is asking these questions? Why are they all about such private matters?

...No wonder Xiao Wuli answered so quickly. This is not something he needs to insist on doing. Not to mention up there, even if he takes the initiative a little bit on a normal day, Xiao Wuli will be excited for half the night.

Looking at its host's expression, 337 realized in just one second that the straight-laced host hadn't understood its subtlety.

"Next question. Brother Wan, will you really reject Xiao Wuli?"

Chi Buwan hesitated for half a second, then nodded, "Yes."

337 opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"I would refuse to do things like destroying the world or bullying the weak." Chi Buwan paused for a moment, then said, "But Xiao Wuli is very well-behaved and wouldn't do such a thing."

Xiao Wuli nodded seriously, "This disciple would not do such a thing."

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

What was it like when you first saw the other person?

Not Too Late: "It looks good."

Xiao Wuli: "Even the gods of the nine heavens cannot compare to my master's elegance."

Chi Bu Wan paused slightly with his fingertips.

337: "...What kind of person is the other person in your eyes?"

Not Too Late: "Intelligent, quick to learn, beautiful and well-behaved, humble and strong."

Xiao Wuli's ears turned a little redder: "His Taoist magic is all-encompassing, his strength is unparalleled, he is gentle and compassionate, and he is noble and composed."

"What animal do you think the other person is?"

"A large dog?" Chi Buwan thought for a moment, "Actually, it looks a bit like an innocent little white rabbit."

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

Xiao Wuli pursed his lips, lowered his head and tapped his fingers, and said, "Little cat."

Is it too late?

If two people were born in ancient times, what profession do you think the other would have?

"A profession..." Chi Buwan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Pastry chef? Musician? Painter? They all seem suitable. Xiao Wuli learns everything quickly and can succeed at anything."

Xiao Wuli answered earnestly: "A wise ruler."

What is the most attractive feature of the other person?

Not too late: "Eyes, mouth, eyebrows, ears, nose, collarbone..."

337: "...the most charming."

Chi Buwan frowned: "Then we can't choose."

Xiao Wuli nodded, repeating his words: "I can't choose."

337: "...Next question, does Chi Buwan prefer the corrupted Xiao Wuli or the benevolent Xiao Wuli?"

Is it too late?

Aren't they all Xiao Wuli?

337, who wondered what Xiao Wuli was like at night, was also puzzled by this question.

When did Xiao Wuli turn evil in front of the host?

When the host returned after 'dying' for eight years, Xiao Wuli suffered for eight years in misery. Before finding the host, his dark side was off the charts, but the moment he found the host, he pitifully started crying and sobbing, without the host noticing any signs of his dark side.

"Putting aside looks, won't she eventually end up with Xiao Wuli?" 337 asked the next question directly.

Chi Buwan nodded: "Yes."

He liked Xiao Wuli, not Xiao Wuli's face. Although... at first, his face did take up a lot of the appeal, Xiao Wuli's perseverance, hard work, and humility were the reasons why he would fall in love with him in the future.

"What kind of troubles do you experience when you're together?"

When this came up, Chi Buwan answered with utmost sincerity: "Too long."

Xiao Wuli lowered his head, his voice soft and hoarse: "This disciple will change in the future."

Upon hearing this, Chi Buwan turned to look at him and then saw Xiao Wuli, whose face was almost completely red.

Is it too late?

"What's wrong?" Chi Buwan reached out and hooked his chin, lifting his face. With her other hand, she touched his forehead, and he subconsciously raised his hand because it was hot.

"I'm fine," Xiao Wuli said, but he looked dizzy.

Chi Buwan took his hand and stood up, looking at the little dumpling opposite her, and said, "Let's pause for a moment."

As soon as he finished speaking, 337 watched his host leave, holding Xiao Wuli's hand, and looked down at the question he had already asked.

It's normal, and the host's answer is also normal, but Xiao Wuli blushed with embarrassment.

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

Only the host could make Xiao Wuli so shy that he almost fainted from just a few words of praise.

Half an incense stick later, Chi Buwan led Xiao Wuli, whose temperature had only partially dropped, back home.

Chi Buwan looked at 337, nodded slightly, and said, "Continue."