The boy peered down the back of his neck, staring at the middle, and bit down hard. The neck was thick, so he couldn't bite too hard. The pain made Nan Yu want to push him back, but Song Xianqing anticipated this and left.

They happily continued picking vegetables.

Nan Yu clutched the back of her neck, her face pale.

Si Yuan woke up.

Seeing that the two were not there, he went to the display cabinet in the living room. There were many live butterflies in the transparent jar, but he didn't know what was in the dark jar. The man blinked and touched the lid, wanting to open it to find out, but he was worried that it might be poisonous.

After much hesitation, I decided not to touch it.

When they arrive, he'll try to take a few more samples back for testing.

Go down to find Nan Yu; Song Xianqing is cooking.

When Si Yuan came down, both of them noticed him. Nan Yu saw him and, ever since she learned that he was the male lead, she was somewhat wary.

"You're awake."

Si Yuan glanced at Song Xianqing and nodded to Nan Yu.

Memories from before he lost consciousness made Si Yuan narrow his eyes cautiously, and he tentatively asked, "Mr. Song keeps quite a few snakes as pets?"

With a spatula in one hand and the boy in the other, Song Xianqing's eyes held a warning, making no attempt to hide his desire for Si Yuan's death. "As long as you stay in the village, you'll be keeping them company sooner or later."

Si Yuan's face turned cold.

Nan Yu laughed it off: "As you know, we mountain people live off the mountains. Snakes are valuable, so we raise a bunch of them in the mountains. They're not pets; we sell them when they reach a certain age."

Si Yuan slightly curled his lips and nodded, acknowledging his reasoning.

Whether you believe it or not, you have to believe it; after all, it's their territory.

"I think I'll leave you two alone."

Si Yuan was about to leave.

Nan Yu: "Dinner is almost ready. Why don't you eat before you leave?"

Si Yuan didn't want to lose his life, so he glanced at Song Xianqing, shook his head, and refused, "Thank you, I have to find a guesthouse. See you later."

Nan Yu didn't stay any longer, and Song Xianqing snorted coldly.

After the person left, he happily continued cooking. After the two ate, Song Xianqing became a virtuous husband and father, taking on the task of washing dishes and helping to treat Bai Niangniang, while also curing the dying Gu worms.

Nan Yu didn't mention the snake either.

As the sun set and it was bedtime, Dengxin, annoyed that Song Xianqing was refusing to leave the room, asked, "What do you want? I've already made your bed."

"I can't sleep in a bed that other people have slept in."

"I told you I could go sleep there, but you wouldn't let me. You don't like sleeping there yourself either. What exactly do you want?"

"I want to hold you while I sleep."

"Are you really gay?"

"What?"

"Homosexuality."

"I only like you."

"Men who are sweet-talking are all bad."

"Does brother like it?"

“I don’t like it. I will leave the village and don’t plan to look for anyone from the village.”

Song Xianqing frowned: "Why?"

"dislike."

"Who do you not like?"

"If I don't like you, can't I keep a little distance?"

Song Xianqing's head seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his whole body froze. But when Nan Yu glanced at him, he shamelessly sidled up to her again, saying, "Wherever you go, brother, I'll go. Ethnic minorities have a lot of benefits, like exams."

Nan Yu: "I don't go to school."

Song Xianqing hugged the boy and quickly kissed him on the cheek. She wrapped her arms tightly around him to prevent him from hitting her, and said with a smile, "If you don't go, our child will go in the future."

The lamp wick bristled: "Let go of me! What child did you come from?!"

"Adoption? If you want to have a biological child, I'll research hermaphrodites and try with that person from earlier. We can have a child of our own, okay, brother?"

"Hermaphroditic? Let go of me! Let go!"

Deng Xin was furious. Song Xianqing was really persistent, like a dog skin plaster that couldn't be shaken off, sticking to him wherever he went.

"No, brother, I like you so much, I really like you. Please accept me, let's do it secretly, and when the time comes, I'll leave the village too."

"I can't lose my virginity, let go!"

The wick struggled in vain, but couldn't break free, and became extremely frustrated.

The boy was breathing heavily. The two of them had flipped the bed so much that it was almost collapsing. They grabbed the lamp wick by the wrist and pressed it against the top of his head.

Her left hand wandered around restlessly, and she breathed slightly out of breath: "Brother, let me do it, you won't lose your virginity, okay?"

Nan Yu's body structure is male, so... in a sense, it doesn't really count. Deng Xin was really angry, so she stopped struggling and just stared coldly at the boy.

"Try it if you dare."

The boy's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"You son of a gun! If you dare to mess around, I'll chop you up!"

The young man wilted, seeing his wife's face change, and finally dared not be too presumptuous, pouting aggrievedly: "Okay, then we'll just sleep and do nothing else, don't be angry, brother."

"Go to the room across the street!"

Song Xianqing: "You really know you were wrong, darling, go to sleep."

As if coaxing a child, she gently patted the boy's chest. Song Xianqing, who seemed to be covered in some kind of fragrance, gradually became sleepy, his eyelids drooping. One second he was angry, the next he was asleep.

Song Xianqing would look at the lamp wick and every time she did, she would have a cute and aggressive thought.

Just like some people who see cute things and want to pinch them, kiss them, or squeeze them to death, their hands clench uncontrollably, and even their muscles tense up.

With a beautiful woman in his arms, he couldn't do anything out of line. It wasn't that he wasn't allowed to kiss or cuddle, but Song Xianqing acted like a pervert, staring at the handsome older brother, sometimes kissing his lips, sometimes sucking on his neck, arms, hands, and so on…

He kissed everyone he could.

Finally, he cuddled the lamp wick and went to sleep contentedly.

A day, two days, a week passed.

Nan Yu stretched and the first thing she said upon opening her eyes was, "It's been seven days. Go home now."

Song Xianqing was still asleep and didn't hear Dengxin's words at all.

Dengxin reached out and patted the boy's face. "He's so handsome. Waking up every day is a blessing. No, he can't stay in the village. Song Xianqing's father is the clan chief. If he stays with him, he'll have a lot of troubles in the future."

Wake the person up.

The boy instinctively snuggled into the lamp wick, kissed it twice, and then opened his eyes: "Good morning."

Meeting those obsidian-like eyes, Dengxin's heart pounded wildly. How could she not like it? Everyone is a visual person; no one dislikes good-looking people, right? Even her sweet voice was so pleasant.

The wick was stuck in for two seconds, then quickly pulled out.

He coughed lightly: "Get up, you should go home."

Song Xianqing: "Your little snake disease hasn't gotten better yet, and Lan Yu also likes your Lady White. Baby, can you bear to separate them?"

Dengxin really wanted him to rename his snake, or at least not call it that in front of him, it was really strange. "You said it would be better in a week."

"That's just an estimated time. Besides, brother, you don't sleep well. For your physical and mental health, I've decided to stay here from now on."

Nan Yu: "No, you have to leave now, or I'll go find the clan leader."

The boy refused to leave, and Dengxin got up and tried to shoo him away, causing another commotion. Song Xianqing finally gave in and asked pitifully, "Do you really want me to leave?"

"Walk."

"Alright then, remember to come find me if you have nightmares tonight. I'm always at your service, brother." After getting dressed, he dragged his suitcase away, still reluctant to leave. With such a divine face, Nan Yu didn't dare to look at him; a bewitching beauty.