Bi Xie had never been in a proper relationship in her entire life before dying while climbing a mountain with her best friend.
She then made a contract with a gorgeous man who crawled out of ...
"Waaaaah, I was really thinking of you, host. That's why I didn't tell you about the villain's awakening. I was afraid you'd accidentally reveal your secret and scare the villain away..."
After listening to the hosting system's sophistry, Bi Xie snorted coldly: "The villain will be scared by me? I think you just want to see me made a fool of by the villain while you sit on the sidelines eating melon seeds and watching the show."
Hosting system: "...Uh, hehe."
"You twisted, lousy system!"
While Bi Xie gritted her teeth and communicated with the hosting system, a flower-like smile appeared on her exquisite and beautiful face. She used her thumb to wipe the juice and oil stains from the corner of the little baby's mouth, and under the increasingly cold gaze of the little baby, she ate the half of the spiritual water grape with the little baby's fingers.
Spitting out the grape skins, Bi Xie smiled brightly: "Wuyou'er, how could your master dislike you? Your master loves Wuyou'er the most."
"Is that so?" A trace of unknown emotion flickered in her dark eyes, her bright red lips slightly upturned, and her adorable little white tiger teeth looked chillingly sharp.
"Of course, Wuyou'er is Master's darling." Bi Xie continued to shower her with affection.
The lousy system really fooled her, saying that eating the spiritual water grapes would increase her happiness by 10 points, but it didn't increase it at all!
The little boy's smile became even more charming, the curve of his lips widening: "A woman's mouth is a deceitful devil. Master must prove it to Wuyou, otherwise Wuyou won't believe it."
Bi Xie was taken aback.
How can she prove it?
"Hmm, the juice of these spirit grapes is too sticky. Master, please lick it clean for Wuyou. If you lick it clean, Wuyou will believe that Master likes Wuyou the most." The soft little paws waved in front of Bi Xie, and the five fingers rose and fell up as if dancing.
Bi Xie grinded his teeth.
Damn it, she wanted to bite this venomous little beauty in front of her to death!
So young yet so full of mischief!
How could someone as kind, lovely, and innocent as her raise such a disciple?
What a misfortune for our sect!
"Master doesn't want to?" The little boy pouted, his face sad and dejected. "Master really doesn't like me. Master likes Senior Brother Wenzhu."
Bi Xie: "...What does this have to do with Wen Zhu?"
"Little system, is the big boss no longer going to pretend, or does he doubt my intelligence? Look at him, he's even abandoned his baby persona and is talking to me so fluently. Deduct some points from his account!"
The managed system says: "I'm only responsible for supervising the host's points; villains are not under my jurisdiction~"
Bi Xie remained silent.
After a moment of silence, she squatted down and ruffled the little boy's soft hair: "In the months that Master has been refining pills, Wuyou'er has grown quite a bit. He can even call out his senior brother's name—"
The little boy's body stiffened.
Bi Xie smiled and lowered his head to carefully wipe Wuyou's fingers with a handkerchief, not even missing the nail crevices: "Wuyou is so smart. He can recognize so much at just over a year old. Master has really found a treasure. Maybe our Wuyou is a reincarnation of a spiritual child."
The little boy didn't speak, silently staring at Bi Xie, his wicked peach blossom eyes reflecting the woman's exquisite beauty.
Suddenly, the little boy stood up from the cold jade bed, stretched out his arms, and said lazily, "Master, Wuyou wants to take a bath too."
Bi Xie's lips twitched, and he called out to the little system: "Why do I feel like the villain already knows that I saw through his disguise? Otherwise, why would he suddenly stop acting? But now I'm not sure. If the villain saw through my disguise, why would he ask me to bathe him? He's a man over a thousand years old. Why would he ask me, a girl who's only three hundred years old, to bathe him? Isn't he ashamed?"