"Little thing, you can only struggle in my hands now, yet you still expect me to regret it?"
"Come, come, let this Empress take a good look at how you plan to make me regret this."
Looking at Di Cangli, who was chuckling and looking utterly pleased with herself, Mofeng, dangling in her grip, wrinkled his cute little nose, bared his teeth, and said fiercely, "Well, don't you regret this!"
"Ha, come, come! Let me truly see how my future little husband intends to make this Empress regret anything."
Beholding Mofeng's "fiercely adorable" expression, Di Cangli burst into a hearty laugh as she held him aloft.
This little creature was simply too amusing and far too cute.
"Ya ya ya!!!"
Accompanied by Mofeng's cries, Mofeng—dangling in Di Cangli's grasp—planted his chubby, tender little white hands on his hips, straightened his torso, and thrust his waist forward. "Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet Technique!"
As this cry of the Water Style: Water Dragon Bullet Technique rang out, Mofeng directly discharged a stream of Spirit Spring water, just like a water gun.
"Swish—!"
*Thud!*
*Gulp!*
This attack hit with pinpoint accuracy, sending the Spirit Spring water straight between Di Cangli's vermilion lips.
Crucially, Di Cangli even let out a "gulp" and swallowed it straight down into her belly.
As the Spirit Spring entered Di Cangli's exquisite mouth, Mofeng, still dangling in her grip, laughed triumphantly. "I warned you!"
"If you don't let young master go right now, I'll definitely make you regret it."
"As the saying goes: a spear dipped in filth kills whoever it touches, a water gun loaded with bird juice makes whoever it hits squeal!"
Seeing Di Cangli's eyes widen, filled with disbelief and shock, she finally released Mofeng. Imitating Mofeng's earlier posture, she fell to the ground and retched repeatedly.
"Blech—!"
"Blech—!"
"You little brat, still trying to run?"
While still retching uncontrollably, Di Cangli saw Mofeng—whom she had just dropped onto the ground—attempting to make a clean getaway, and instantly reached out to grab him back.
Following that, she pressed Mofeng directly into her embrace, burying him right against Mount Everest on her chest, giving Mofeng a face-wash.
In an instant, his previously clear view turned pitch black.
Immediately afterwards, a faint, delicate fragrance washed over him, accompanied by a suffocating sensation that assailed Mofeng.
Di Cangli held Mofeng tightly with one arm, terrified that this little thing might slip away; catching this fellow a second time would require far too much effort.
Meanwhile, Di Cangli's other hand extended her slender index finger into her mouth, frantically hooking the back of her throat in a desperate attempt to vomit out the Spirit Spring she had swallowed.
However, with her index finger thrust inside her mouth as she tried to force out the Spirit Spring, Di Cangli froze completely.
Holding Mofeng tightly with her left hand while her right index finger remained jammed inside her mouth, her entire body stiffened in an instant.
When Di Cangli finally snapped back to her senses, she blankly and tremblingly withdrew her soft, boneless, snowy-white hand from her exquisite mouth.
As she recalled that her mouth had been full of Mofeng's Spirit Spring, it suddenly dawned on her that her hand was now covered in both her own saliva and Mofeng's Spirit Spring.
Staring at her trembling hand, Di Cangli let out a long cry to the heavens: "What a wicked karma—!"
Clutched tightly in Di Cangli's embrace, Mofeng listened to her mournful, desolate wail.
As he received his face-wash, Mofeng felt a wave of profound triumph in his heart.
I drink your bathwater, and you drink young master's Spirit Spring—what is this called? This is called courtesy demands reciprocity, and it's completely fair, right? Ah, I feel refreshed now; we're even, and we owe each other nothing.
"Little thing!"
Once Di Cangli managed to calm her emotions, she reached out and grabbed Little Mofeng by the neck, her alluring fox-like eyes narrowing slightly.
Dangling in her grasp, Mofeng looked at the dangerous curve of Di Cangli's narrowed eyes and adopted the attitude of a dead pig that fears no boiling water—at worst, he would just die.
Besides, this woman clearly had no intention of killing him. A barefoot person has nothing to fear from one wearing shoes, he thought as he spouted shamelessly: "What are you looking at?"
"Young master knows he's cute, you don't need to stare!"
"I drank your bathwater, and you drank my Spirit Spring, so the two of us are even now."
"Very well, very well~"
Hearing Mofeng's words and looking at his impenetrable, shameless attitude, Di Cangli suddenly burst out laughing.
It would have been fine if she hadn't laughed, but this laugh sent a sudden chill straight down Mofeng's spine.
"Since this matter is settled between us, how shall we calculate the matter of you sneaking off with my spiritual herbs?"
"How was I supposed to know the spiritual herbs here belonged to you? Did you write your name on them?"
"Besides, I simply took them through normal means; how can you call it stealing?"
"Little thing, don't even think about welshing on this!"
Looking at the shameless Mofeng before her, Di Cangli smiled sweetly as she looked at Mofeng and said, "Now, I'll give you two choices."
"First, become my kept househusband."
"Second..."
Before Di Cangli could even finish the word "second," Mofeng—still dangling in her grip—cried out in a panic: "Second! Two!"
"22222!"
"I choose the second one!"
"Humph-humph~"
Hearing Mofeng's reply, Di Cangli laughed, and with a gentle, sweet smile, she looked down at the little fellow in her grip and said softly, "The second choice is to become my husband and take me as your wife!"
"Is there any damn difference?!"
Upon hearing Di Cangli's words, Mofeng was utterly astounded by her logic.
"No, big sister, what on earth do you see in me? I'll change it, alright?"
"I see that you're alive."
"Then I—"
"Ahem—!"
"I also feel that being alive is quite wonderful."
Watching Di Cangli smile sweetly at him, Mofeng looked at her in utter confusion and asked, "We have no prior connection whatsoever, so why are you so dead set on me?"
Hearing this, Di Cangli leaned in close to Mofeng's ear and whispered a secret.
Listening to Di Cangli's words, Mofeng's eyes widened in sheer shock.
"What did you say?!"
When Di Cangli leaned close to Mofeng's little head and finished whispering her secret, Mofeng looked at Mount Everest on Di Cangli's chest, swallowed hard involuntarily, and smacked his lips.
"I—I never did any such thing, don't you dare try to pin that on me!"
"Don't treat me like a fool just because I'm small."
"You say I did it, so I did it?"
"Where's the proof? Where is the evidence?"
"Whatever you do or say, you have to bring out some proof!"
Although the secret Di Cangli whispered to him left Mofeng deeply shocked, it also stirred his heart quite a bit.
Still, whether or not he had actually done such a thing, he would surely know.
Trying to trick him by claiming he molested her in his sleep—pah! Absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible!