As soon as his voice fell, he held up the sugar figure and walked quickly to catch up with Song Yueyao ahead.
Youtiao's voice suddenly rang out again: "Host, this is bad! Why do I feel like the villain wants to kill someone right now?!"
Chai Xiaomi subconsciously wanted to turn her head to look.
But she found that Wu Li had appeared next to her at some unknown point.
His face was gloomy, his eyes condensed with unmelting ice, and the air pressure around him was terrifyingly low.
"So that pair of little sugar figures holding hands was specially brought for Jiang Zhiyu. No wonder you treasured them so much, keeping them in your arms all this time, afraid they would break." He glanced at her sideways, a mocking smile on his lips.
"If you put it that way, then I treasured your sugar figure even more, and ate it straight into my stomach."
Wu Li chuckled softly.
The laughter was light and slow, but it sent a tingling sensation down her spine.
"Then I'll have a taste too. Where should I start?" He slowly raised the "Xiaomi" sugar figure in his hand, bringing it close to his eyes to examine it, his gaze caressing its outline. "Should I eat the head first, or the hands, or the feet?"
His tone was eerie, as if he wasn't talking about a sugar figure at all.
Chai Xiaomi felt as if dense, invisible Gu bugs were crawling on her skin. She coughed lightly and said, "Look how cute it is. How about you don't eat it?"
He shifted his gaze from the sugar figure to her face. "Then beg me. Beg me, and I won't eat it."
She closed her eyes, gently pinched the corner of his clothes and tugged. She was already very adept at begging him, and her voice was so soft that water could be wrung out of it: "Please don't eat it, Lili, you're the best~~"
Youtiao was greatly shocked: "...So during the time I was away, you survived by lingering on like this? The villain actually falls for this??"
Chai Xiaomi: "Maybe his lifelong wish is to be a Buddha, worshiped and begged every day."
"Alright then." His mood seemed to improve again, a smile spreading across his lips, actually showing a bit of genuine pleasure.
He turned to the sugar figure with its hands on its hips in his hand, gently tapped its head with his fingertips, and said with a trace of bizarre doting, "As long as you're good, brother will spare your life."
"Bro-ther?" Chai Xiaomi choked on this address.
The youth smiled slightly and gently shook the sugar figure in his hand at her. "Let me introduce you, this is my newly recognized sister. I'm trying to think of a name for her. Why don't you help me out? Should I call her Dumb Mi or Silly Mi?"
Chai Xiaomi was speechless. "Did you ask the original person's opinion before recognizing it as your sister? Besides, you're a year younger than me, what kind of brother are you? You should be calling me sister."
She suddenly remembered the way Wu Li called Song Yueyao "sister." His beautiful, heterochromatic eyes sparkled with an innocent and bright luster, the corners of his eyes turned up slightly, and when he smiled, they curved into crescents, revealing a cute hint of his sharp canine teeth.
Even knowing that his sweet obedience was fake, it was still so damn sweet!
Like an innocent puppy, inexplicably endearing.
Why didn't she get this treatment?!
With her, it was either idiot or idiot!
Just idiot all day long!
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got: "You can recognize it as your sister, but you have to call me sister first."
Wu Li looked at the sugar figure in his hand, then at the girl standing in front of him with her hands on her waist. The way they stood with their hands on their hips was almost identical.
He found it extremely amusing. He deliberately held the sugar figure next to her face and narrowed his eyes to compare them.
Raising an eyebrow, he asked her, "On what grounds?"
Whether it was the one in his hand or the one standing in front of him, they both clearly looked like younger sisters.
Their puffed-up faces were exactly the same, like two little pufferfish. Probably because she was sulking when the sugar figure was drawn, even their expressions at this moment were somewhat similar.
Looking closer, she didn't even look like a sister anymore, but more like a child.
A soft and sticky glutinous rice ball, with all her emotions written on her face.
It made people unable to resist reaching out to poke her.
To see if she would sink softly like glutinous rice, or puff up to the extreme like a pufferfish and let out a poof sound.
"On the grounds that I'm older than you!" Chai Xiaomi raised her voice and slapped his hand away.
She was angry right now, but not only did he ignore her demands, he actually had the leisure to seriously poke her face for fun!
"Oh? Where are you bigger?" He suddenly bent his tall body and leaned close to her face.
First he pinched her cheek, "Are you taller than me?"
Then he squeezed her slender arm, "Or are your arms thicker than mine?"
Finally, he lightly tapped her forehead, "Or perhaps, is your head smarter than mine?"
"You're inferior to me in every way, so what gives you the right to be my older sister?" The corners of his lips curled up, and he raised his eyebrows carelessly, looking at her arrogantly and provocatively.
His gaze was leisurely and relaxed, yet it seemed to reveal an innate arrogance.
"It's useless no matter how much you say. The fact that I'm a year older than you is indisputable. Call me sister!"
"I won't."
He refused crisply and cleanly.
"Just call me it once. You can call other people sister, so why not me? You won't lose a piece of meat over it, don't be so stingy." Since the hard way didn't work, she decided to try the soft approach.
"I won't."
Wu Li calmly withdrew the corner of his sleeve that she was gripping, and suddenly called out softly, "Mimi."
Chai Xiaomi: "?"
She saw him speak gently to the sugar figure: "Mimi, let's go. She's too noisy, let's ignore her."
After saying that, he turned and walked away.
This was absolutely ridiculous.
This guy actually teamed up with her merchandise to isolate her.
*
Inside the Huanyin Pavilion, light gauze hung like mist, and the sound of the zither flowed like water.
Perhaps because they had mostly been entertaining ordinary travelers recently, the pavilion lacked the flashy scene of all-night singing and dancing, and wine and women, that one might imagine.
The courtesans, who usually wore fluttering dresses and revealed their graceful charms, had now toned down their glamorous appearance a bit.
However, the enthusiasm in their bones could not be hidden after all.
Especially when two exceptionally eye-catching and handsome young men appeared before them.
"Are you two young masters looking for a place to stay? The pavilion still has a few empty rooms left. Some face the street where you can see the lively fireworks, and some are by the water where you can listen to the clear waves. Would you like me to show you around for a closer look?"
"Let me do it! This young master is so handsome... even women would be captivated by him. How about letting this older sister walk with you alone, alright?"
"Oh my, Ziyan, what are you rushing for? I clearly saw them first."
Chai Xiaomi and Song Yueyao had unknowingly been pushed to the outermost circle by the crowd.
In this kind of occasion surrounded by beautiful women like a flock of songbirds, pretty girls were not rare.
Handsome young men were the rare commodities.
After all, among the patrons who usually came, only one out of ten was barely passable to look at.
All the courtesans in the pavilion had their eyebrows painted like distant mountains and their lips dotted with red. Their clothes and ornaments were as bright and beautiful as a painting, all meticulously dressed up.
Meanwhile, Chai Xiaomi and Song Yueyao were covered in the dust of travel. Their traveling attire was already slightly plain, and standing in the midst of such brightness and beauty, those swaying, brightly colored silk skirts were ultimately more eye-catching.
Wu Li carefully protected the sugar figure in his arms with one hand, but his gaze sliced through the layers of figures like a blade, instantly catching that faint, almost invisible touch of pink among the colorful crowd.
When did she get pushed so far away?
