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Chen Shuang set up a barrier around the stone house.

He is now at the fourth level, and his special ability has a natural restraining effect on Fox Spirit.

Even if the other person is in so much pain that they lose their mind, just like last time, he can still guarantee Wanwan's safety.

Hu Jiu sat on the bed, his gaze falling on the blob of green ointment, and he frowned almost imperceptibly.

She can use it directly on Zhu You, but she always hides it from him. Is she really that distrustful of him?

He felt a soft touch on his nose bone, and he felt her fingertips tracing the scar, as if defining a boundary.

"Let's stop here for now."

Just before the warm touch left, he reached out and grasped her wrist.

Meeting her questioning gaze, he lowered his eyes, his fingertips brushing against the inside of her wrist, guiding her gaze back to his face.

"Why didn't you finish painting it all, Mistress?"

After applying the ointment, without comforting or touching him, just stand aside and watch him being tormented by pain until he goes mad. Isn't that the best way to get revenge?

He thought she would get angry, or agree with his idea, and then say: Isn't this exactly what you wanted?

Unexpectedly, she merely frowned and glanced at him with a look of utter incomprehension.

"Don't you feel any pain? You've applied it all; do you think you're invincible?"

"King Kong?" He narrowed his eyes, his mouth reacting faster than his brain. "Is that the male's name?"

So his name is King Kong? Ha, what exactly happened between them in the forest that she's now comparing them to each other?

Before he could figure out why he felt this inexplicable sourness, she asked him a question in a daze.

"What male?"

It turned out not to be.

He looked away, but couldn't help but let a slight smile twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Tsk, that's strange. Just now my heart felt more sour than if I had eaten berries, but now it feels sweet.

Xu Wan was somewhat bewildered by his rapid change of expression, which was faster than flipping through a book.

However, after he said that, she realized that she hadn't told them about meeting Du Yu in the forest.

But none of that matters anymore, since they won't have a chance to meet anyway.

Once the contract is broken, she and he might never have another chance to meet.

My mood seemed to be infected by him, fluctuating wildly.

She withdrew her hand, dipped her fingertip in the ointment, and applied it to the area around his nose.

Knowing he was watching her, she lowered her eyes, her gaze fixed on the spot where she was applying the medicine, afraid that she might accidentally meet his eyes.

But he suddenly moved, and her hand trembled, almost getting the ointment into his eyes.

"Fox Spirit!" She was both angry and scared. She looked up at him with puffed-up cheeks, only to meet his smiling eyes.

She took a step back. "What are you doing? Don't you want your eyes anymore?!"

"The female master."

He raised his hand and grasped her wrist, then wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her close, holding her tightly in his embrace.

"You keep ignoring me because you're afraid I'll use my charm on you?"

Seeing that she didn't answer, he pulled her wrist and put it over his eyes.

Xu Wan was startled by his reckless and indifferent attitude towards getting hurt.

She struggled to shrink back, afraid that she might actually get the ointment on his eyes.

"Fox Spirit, let me go! Let me go!"

Not having enough strength, he could only clench his fists tightly, hiding the ointment on his fingertips in his palms.

He only let go when the back of my hand touched his eyes, his tone smiling, and if you listened carefully, there was also a hint of smugness at having achieved his goal.

"My lady, are you feeling sorry for me?"

The female master, that's the title again.

Xu Wan frowned. The tone Hu Jiu used when calling her was exactly the same as the sarcastic tone he used when his favorability rating for her was still negative.

Back then, he mostly used that nickname to mock himself, but now... it carries a hint of annoyance.

But why? Shouldn't she be the one who's angry?

She sighed. "Fox Spirit, can't we talk this out properly?"

"What did you say?"

He didn't let go of her hand on her lower back, and looked up at her.

"You said you want to break off the contract with me? You've already made your decision, so what's the point of asking me now?"

"And what about you? Do you want to break the contract with me?"

She pulled her hand back and applied the remaining ointment to his scar.

"Chen Shuang said he didn't want to break the contract with me, and I agreed."

Fox Jiu tightened his grip on her lower back.

What does she mean by that? Does she mean that if he says he doesn't want to break the contract, she'll give up her decision?

"...Why? Wasn't it already decided?"

Since you've already made up your mind, why change it? Why create unnecessary expectations for him?

"Because I'll also feel reluctant to part with it."

Her voice was soft, yet it resonated like a stone hitting water, creating ripples in his heart.

Xu Wan pulled over a piece of animal skin and wiped her hands clean.

"I asked Chen Shuang a question: If I had hidden something from you, and my kindness towards you had its own motives, would you have chosen to break off the contract with me after finding out?"

The spiritual spring water began to take effect; the familiar tearing sensation quickly turned his face pale, and beads of sweat slid down his forehead.

But he didn't want to interrupt her; he wanted to hear her continue.

"...So, what did Chen Shuang say?"

A faint smile curved her lips, it was hard to tell whether she was happy or unhappy.

He said he was willing to be used by me, and also said...

The pain came in waves, each wave more intense than the last, and he could barely hear what was being said afterward.

But that one sentence was enough for him.

He smirked. "So, you agree not to break the contract with him, but you'll continue to use him, right?"

That's too blunt; it's not like Foxy's style at all.

Xu Wan was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly, "...Yes."

She wanted to live; she didn't want to die, but she chose to be honest with them within the limits of what she could say.

She left the decision to dissolve the contract to them; she would neither complain nor try to stop those who wanted to leave.

Staying by her side means accepting her affection for them, and getting close to her is all mixed with selfishness and ulterior motives.

The pain of recovery made Fox Jiu even breathe softly.

He released his arms from hers, placed his hands behind his back, and closed his eyes, panting, as if he no longer had the strength to hold her.

At that moment, she knew his decision.

Despite being mentally prepared, I still couldn't hide the bitterness.

She took a step back and told herself: I should leave.

But looking at Hu Jiu's furrowed brows from the pain, and his face that had already lost all color, he could see...

Xu Wan paused for a moment, then took the initiative to step forward and put her arms around his neck.

Fox Jiu opened its eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in its fiery red pupils. "...What are you doing?"

This time she didn't flinch. Meeting his gaze, she said softly, "Even if we're going to break the contract, we'll have to wait until your face is healed. Until then, I'm still your mistress."

She pressed her forehead against his, her warm breath falling on the bridge of his nose.

"You've called me Mistress, so before we break our contract, let me do something a Mistress should do..."