Chai Xiaomi froze instantly.
All the "Stinky Lili"s got stuck in her throat, turning into a short, muffled—
"Mmph!"
Her heart felt like it was gripped by an invisible hand, skipping a beat.
Her eyes were still covered by him, plunging her world into darkness, which made the soft touch on her lips exceptionally clear.
Chai Xiaomi instinctively tried to shrink back, but the back of her head was firmly supported by his hand, leaving her nowhere to escape.
Her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly like the wings of a startled butterfly beneath the palm covering her eyes.
A blush crept up her cheeks at a visible speed, burning all the way to the tips of her ears. Her whole body felt like a thoroughly steamed, pink sticky rice ball.
Her lips, which had been slightly parted to continue her nagging, forgot to close.
They just remained blankly, slightly parted.
A dense, tingling itch spread over her lips, drilling into her heart through their touching skin, leaving her flustered and restless.
In her dazed panic, she instinctively wanted to lick her itchy lips.
Her brain had completely crashed, leaving only a blank void.
She entirely forgot that she was being kissed right now. The soft, warm, and moist tip of her tongue had just poked out a little when it accidentally and gently brushed against his lips.
In an instant—
Both of them froze at the same time.
The surroundings were dead silent. Chai Xiaomi felt as if she could clearly hear their heartbeats gradually amplifying.
Breaking free from the confines of their chests, each beat louder than the last.
As if competing to see whose was louder.
When people accidentally do something embarrassing in a state of extreme bewilderment, it sometimes breeds a kind of reckless courage to just go for broke.
As if appearing more self-righteous could hide their guilty conscience and panic.
For example, Chai Xiaomi at this very moment.
She thought to herself, since they had already touched, shrinking back dejectedly would make it seem like she had sneakily taken advantage of him.
Thus, that slight touch suddenly changed its meaning.
She simply extended the tip of her tongue with a hint of provocation, blatantly rolling it over his slightly cool lips.
It was as if she was arrogantly clamoring:
So what? You dare to kiss me, but I don't dare to lick you?
As the saying goes, the devil is always one step ahead. I'm not scared, okay?
The corners of Wu Li's eyes suddenly flushed a rich, vibrant red that grew increasingly deep, his slightly lowered eyelashes trembling.
The hand holding the back of her head suddenly tightened, his five fingers sinking deeply into her soft hair, the veins bulging on the back of his hand.
His breathing became so chaotic it was almost uncontrollable.
He could clearly feel his slightly cool lips being covered by a scorching, moist heat.
It was like a slippery, agile, and incredibly mischievous little fish. Every time it swam closely past, it set off a secret tremor deep in his spine.
It was as if some unknown emotion had mixed into his heart, fermenting uncontrollably and spreading outward thread by thread.
That little fish teased him unscrupulously, even attempting to pry open his lips.
The subtle and agonizing touch ignited an indescribable restlessness.
He felt as if he had been tossed into the clouds—hollow, lingering, suspended in the air, lost and tossing about at a high altitude, yet never able to find the ground.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down uncontrollably.
...Stop touching.
He begged silently in his heart.
He was almost... almost at the limit of his endurance.
He was about to lose control, part his lips to capture that little fish that was recklessly starting fires, and completely devour it.
He was probably crazy.
Otherwise, how could he have such a terrifying thought of wanting to eat someone?
Just as he was on the verge of his struggle, the insect eggs scattered all over the ground finally seeped completely into the soil, and those terrifying, bizarre totems vanished completely along with them.
Wu Li hurriedly let go, frantically and in a panic pushing the girl out of his embrace with extreme urgency.
Perhaps out of momentary anxiety, he didn't control his strength well. Chai Xiaomi was pushed back, catching herself with both hands behind her, and let out a painful cry, "Ouch!"
Before Wu Li could even catch his breath, he hurriedly rushed in front of her again.
"Did you bump into something?"
He lifted both her hands, turning them over and over to inspect them, carefully checking her palms and between her fingers one by one. She hadn't been scratched by the rocks.
Just as he looked up, wanting to ask her, he saw the young girl raise an eyebrow at him and smile mischievously:
"Hehe, I tricked you!"
"..." Wu Li choked in his throat. Remembering how she had silently teased him just now, a wave of irritation suddenly rose in his heart.
He flung her hands away, put on the most serious expression of his life, and explained word by word, "I just now, was only trying to shut your mouth. Don't overthink it, understand?"
"Understood, understood."
Chai Xiaomi softly agreed. She blinked, her gaze falling on the young man's crimson lips.
He was already born with red lips and white teeth. After being coated with a layer of moisture, his lip color became even more glistening and bewitching.
Whether it was blown by the demonic wind or the fight just now was too intense, his hair was a bit loose at the moment. A few strands fell casually across his forehead, the ends resting near his lips, inexplicably giving off a ravished kind of beauty.
If he kept this look, and then called out "Sister..." just like in that dream...
Oh my god!
She would literally give him her life!
Chai Xiaomi's eyes flickered, abruptly putting a stop to her perverted thoughts.
Could it be that she had stayed with the villain for too long? Why were the thoughts in her head getting more perverted day by day?
She quickly straightened out her thoughts, her gaze finally landing on the corner of his lips.
That faint trace of bright red residue hadn't been completely wiped clean.
Just now, she had tasted a tiny bit of metallic blood, fully confirming that he was injured.
Noticing that Chai Xiaomi's gaze lingered on his lips, Wu Li pressed his lips tightly together. His breath trembled slightly, and he glared at her nervously, "What are you looking at? How long are you going to stare? I already told you I was just shutting your mouth."
"I will emphasize this one last time. I was just making you shut up, nothing more!"
"Oh, oh." Chai Xiaomi nodded calmly.
She hadn't even said anything. Why was he reacting so defensively?
He had said it three times in total. It wasn't like she was deaf.
There was no need to emphasize it over and over again.
"Where are you hurt?" Her main concern right now was this question. "Your mouth was clearly bleeding."
"Tch," he snorted disdainfully, being extremely stubborn. "Which eye of yours saw my mouth bleeding?"
"Would I be hurt by a mere demonic beast? Stop joking. That Nine-Tails was on its last breath. Look, it slipped away ages ago."
Chai Xiaomi looked in the direction he pointed. There was a large pool of dark, clotted blood on the ground below, presumably left by that Nine-Tailed demonic beast.
At this moment, it was hard for her to connect that frail, vulnerable little figure with the arrogant young man before her.
What methods had he used, and how much suffering had he endured, to make himself step by step so powerful?
She looked up at him: "Stop lying, I tasted the blood on your lips."
Wu Li: "..."
She really knew how to bring up the most awkward topic.
Why did it circle back to this again?
He lowered his eyes to look at her, his expression complex, and once again solemnly declared: "I am saying this for the absolutely last time, I was only trying to—"
"Shut my mouth." Chai Xiaomi frowned, finishing the sentence for him.
She had clearly put the emphasis on the word "blood," but he, on the other hand, only heard the word "mouth."
Could you please focus on the right point!
