"Waaaah, waaaah, Master, it hurts..."

Two tears welled up in her clear, round eyes, making her look pitiful.

Bi Xie, however, was heartless and gave the little bottom another slap, saying in a deep voice, "Will you run around like that again next time?"

The hosting system whimpered, "The big boss is so pitiful. It was clearly because the host neglected him that he ran away."

Bi Xie: "Don't speak, you system that keeps deducting my points."

Hosting system: "..."

"Master, Master," the little dumpling called out in a childish voice, probably realizing that Bi Xie was really angry, and stretched out its little arms like lotus roots to hug him.

Bi Xie ignored him.

The little one cried even louder, tears streaming down his face, his eyes red and swollen.

"Master, hug me, hug me..."

The hosting system couldn't stand it anymore: "Host, the villain's eyes are all swollen from crying. Doesn't the host feel sorry for him?"

"Waaaaah, the villain really isn't the host's biological child, that's why the host is so indifferent. It's true, if your stomach doesn't hurt, your mother won't love you~"

Bi Xie: "...You unreliable system, let me ask you, what is the background of that Daoist Hegao? Did he do anything to the villains?"

"Well, um... oh dear, it's time for me to go into hibernation. Goodbye, host. Goodnight, host." The hosting system suddenly disconnected.

Although he was already used to the system's quirky tricks, Bi Xie couldn't help but frown.

She reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, but when she saw her raise her hand, she instinctively covered her little bottom and shrank back.

A soft heart.

Bi Xie's eyes softened. He scooped up the little dumpling, rubbed its bottom, and murmured, "Does it hurt?"

The little one's skin is really good, like a peeled egg, delicate as cream, incredibly smooth and tender.

Bi Xie didn't pat the baby hard, but the little one's bottom still turned red.

Bi Xie pursed his lips, rubbed the little dumpling for a while, and seeing that he was still crying, he couldn't help but say, "Alright, sweetie, Master was wrong. Master shouldn't have hit you. Wuyou'er, you're not allowed to run around like that next time, or Master will worry."

"Master, blow on it, blow on it... and it won't hurt anymore."

Bi Xie: "..."

After a long silence, Bi Xie asked, "Wu You'er, what did you say?"

"Master, blow on it, my bottom hurts. I want Master to blow on it, and then...it won't hurt anymore..."

Bi Xie: "..."

In the real world, all she's ever done is blow up balloons.

Now they've been reduced to blowing their ass?

She chose to ignore it.

She couldn't bring herself to do it; this was her last act of defiance!

After half a cup of tea, Bi Xie, with a dark face, leaned over and breathed in the tea, then breathed in again.

"Alright, Wuyou'er, Master is feeling better now, it doesn't hurt anymore. Please stop crying, okay? If you keep crying, it will break Master's heart."

"Ugh... Master, blow on it again, Master, blow on it again!" the little boy cried and whined.

"Pushing her luck!" Bi Xie ground his back teeth. "What a damn little devil!"

He breathed on her again, rubbed her gently, and said in a soft voice, "It's Hai Shi (9-11 PM), Wuyou'er should go to sleep, be good."

The baby's dark, grape-like eyes suddenly became incredibly deep, and an unknown emotion flickered within them.

When Bi Xie turned around, his eyes regained their childlike clarity, like a quietly flowing spring.

"Master, hug me, I want a hug~"

Bi Xie squatted down, picked up the little baby and walked towards the cold jade bed, his two little arms, as thin as lotus roots, immediately wrapped around her neck.

It's like... he's ensnared his prey.

After being pestered by the little cutie and given a goodnight kiss, the adorable little devil finally fell asleep.