Chapter 414 The Precious Ginseng Fruit VS. The Easily Deceived Cultivator (17)

The little fruit's whimpers grew louder and louder, her voice trembling with the shaking of her body, and tears streamed down her face like a broken string of pearls.

Meng Qizhou had a bad feeling; it seemed that what he had just said had really angered her.

But she was the one who deliberately provoked him first, and he was just giving her a proper retaliation. He never expected her to be so easily provoked; she got upset after he said a few words to her...

Now it seems like he's in the wrong?

They can't stand what others say, yet they still go and provoke others... They really need to be taught a lesson.

“You were the one who said that to me first,” he muttered under his breath. “If you hadn’t called me useless, I wouldn’t have said you were ugly.”

The magistrate is allowed to set fires, but the common people are forbidden to light lamps.

He had never seen such a domineering person before... Guo.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Guozi cried even more bitterly.

"Waaaaah—"

The crying was intermittent, as if the person was about to cry themselves to death, which made Meng Qizhou frown.

Tsk.

Crying, crying, crying. When you can't win an argument, all you do is cry, and you cry so pitifully.

Seeing her like this, he had no choice but to give in.

If this isn't addressed, I'm afraid I'll really be devastated.

Meng Qizhou sighed and coaxed, "Alright, alright, you're not ugly, you're not an ugly monster, don't cry."

Little Fruit was wiping away tears with its chubby paws when it heard the words "ugly monster," and immediately cried even harder.

Meng Qizhou, oblivious to her thoughts, continued, "It's really not ugly, it's quite beautiful... Your little clay figure isn't ugly either, I'll keep it safe for you..."

Little Fruit was both angry and aggrieved, and the fire in her heart was growing bigger and bigger.

She turned away and crawled into the corner of the bed, refusing to acknowledge him.

After crying for a while, she ran out of strength and lay down on the soft blankets to cry again, leaving two wet circles on the bedding.

Meng Qizhou looked at the ginseng fruit curled up in the corner and reached out to hug it.

The little fruit kicked its legs, refusing to be touched, and struggled to crawl forward, but there was a wall in front of it, and nowhere to go.

"Get away!"

"Don't cry..." Meng Qizhou forcibly pulled Xiao Guozi into his arms and held her tightly, preventing her from moving around.

"Get out of here! You're useless! And you still dare to criticize me? I didn't say anything wrong!"

"...Yes, yes, I shouldn't have said that to you." Meng Qizhou was completely at a loss at this point, so whatever she said went. "I'll apologize to you, okay?"

"I take back what I said before. What you said before wasn't wrong. How about this?"

He'd gotten used to it over the years, and there was no need to make a scene with her over a few words.

"What's the use of admitting your mistake? You've already criticized me!" Little Fruit was always good at seizing opportunities. Seeing that his attitude had softened, she immediately took advantage of the situation.

She started to hold him accountable.

"You're the ugly one, you're the ugliest!"

"You sleep like a pig in a pigsty. You're also very lazy, lazier than me..." Xiao Guozi paused after saying this, vaguely feeling that comparing herself to him was not quite right, but she didn't delve into it and continued to accuse him.

"Even the toads in the vegetable garden are prettier than you! You're like a stinking rock in the latrine!"

Little Fruit confidently listed his shortcomings one by one.

Meng Qizhou lay on the bed, listening silently with his eyes closed.

It doesn't bother me; let her say whatever she wants.

He decided to give in to her for the time being.

...

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps noticing Meng Qizhou's quietness, Xiao Guozi aggressively climbed onto him.

"Smack!"

The fat paw slapped him directly in the face.

A small, bright red claw mark immediately appeared on his right cheek, showing how much force she had used.

"You—" Meng Qizhou reached out to touch it, his face burning with pain.

Perhaps realizing that he had used too much force and might have hurt him, Little Fruit felt a little guilty and silently withdrew his claws.

Not long after.

"Waaah—" Little Fruit immediately lay on him and cried, "My hand hurts."

She was the first to complain.

Meng Qizhou: "..."

He was the one who got beaten, so why is she crying first now... What kind of logic is this? What kind of world is this?

"My hands seem swollen, and they hurt so much," she continued, her tone almost like she was being coquettish.

Meng Qizhou couldn't even get angry right now; he felt a lump in his throat.

I feel really uncomfortable.

“My face is swollen too,” he said.

The little fruit paused for a moment, then nuzzled against him in a fawning manner, stretching out its paws to seek attention and trying to divert his focus. "Can you blow on it for me?"

Looking at the chubby little paws in front of him, Meng Qizhou remained silent for a moment before doing as instructed.

Seeing this, the little fruit continued to whine sweetly, "My hand doesn't seem to hurt as much anymore, you're so kind!"

"You're so thoughtful!"

She generously praised him a few times.

Meng Qizhou was captivated by her sudden outpouring of sweet words, and his mood improved considerably. He decided not to argue with her any longer.

"We can't do this again," he said softly.

"I know. I'll be good, I won't hit you anymore." Little Guozi hugged him, lay on his chest, looking very dependent, and said in a sweet voice, "I'm a good boy."

Meng Qizhou couldn't suppress his smile; he hadn't expected her to say that.

They seem to be really obedient right now, and they're behaving so well-behavedly that it's easy to soften one's heart.

"It's good that you know to be good..."

Just as he was happily about to continue talking to her, his body suddenly plummeted downwards!

I was startled.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

"You dare to sleep! You're not allowed to sleep!" Little Fruit shouted.

She angrily sat on him and scolded him, pulling at his clothes and pinching his face and hair...

Meng Qizhou was stunned for a moment before he reacted.

It turns out I was just having a dream while I was asleep.

Instead of becoming obedient, she continued to lecture him.

Looking at the irritable little fruit in front of him, baring her teeth and refusing to give up, he took a deep breath helplessly after a long while and continued to lie still, letting her vent her anger.

If I don't calm her down today, she'll be even harder to appease tomorrow.

There was no other way but to endure it.

Meng Qizhou recalled the dream he had just had, and the more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt.

How could it just be a dream?

Why was it just a dream?

Give him back his obedient little boy!

Now, whoever wants this rotten fruit can have it!