How Dare He

As everyone knows, though the Ice Block is soft and fragrant like jade, her body is usually cool to the touch.

But today, she has a fever.

Her delicate, alluring figure is weak and feverishly warm, pressing against him entirely. Even through their clothes, her temperature can be felt clearly.

The Cold Fairy's body is already burning hot, yet she still dares not meet Little Li's gaze. She feels that being stared at so intensely by him will only make her burn hotter.

Why is it that now she doesn't even dare to look him in the eye?

What exactly happened? Is it because she's sick?

"Li Mo, you're a bad little brother." Ying Bing narrowed her eyes, lifting her head weakly from her illness yet unwilling to show weakness.

"Not at all, I'm worried about you. You can't have a blister on your mouth."

Little Li put on a serious face, bold and audacious.

As if he wasn't the one taking advantage of the Ice Block's weakness, daring to lift the covers and get into bed, and now still thinking about 'eating ice'.

The Cold Fairy parted her vermilion lips, seemingly wanting to say something more, but the audacious someone didn't give her the chance.

"Mmph... mmph..."

Li Mo lowered his head and ate the hardest part of the Ice Block's body.

Some things have a huge difference between their exterior and interior. They look hard, but taste sweet and fragrant, making one's mouth water.

However, Doctor Li did not forget his primary mission—to find the blister that had formed on her little mouth.

As everyone knows.

Blisters usually form on the tongue.

After all, having had her mouth 'eaten' so many times and having seen those 'study materials' in Little Li's head, how could the Ice Block, even when sick, having once been an Empress Palace Master, be so easily bullied?

Soon, she switched from defense to offense, and only offense at that... as if she wanted to reclaim all the lost ground.

.....

"Always seeing Brother Li eat these, what is this?"

In the backyard, Murong Xiao curiously picked up an ice pop.

"Little Mo loves these things, so Little Bing'er prepared some. The one you have is strawberry flavored."

Shang Qinqing said, then hummed, "Just as I expected."

"Clan Leader Shang, is this your first time eating one too?"

"Yes. I suspect this is actually the 'most delicious thing' Li Mo was talking about, so I secretly went to get a few."

Qin Yuzhi wore a triumphant expression.

"The taste is indeed excellent, very sweet."

Murong Xiao took a bite, his eyes lighting up as he nodded.

He ate while asking, "Is it because Ice Senior Sister makes these ice pops specifically for Brother Li to eat, that's why you had to take them secretly?"

"Not really." Shang Qinqing and Qin Yuzhi shook their heads in unison.

"Ah? Then why?" Murong Xiao was puzzled.

"The taste is better when stolen." Shang Qinqing's lips curved slightly:

"If you ask me, Little Li is still a bit ignorant. No matter how delicious ice pops are, they're not as good as 'sugar' to indulge in..."

Fortunately, she didn't know that right now, Little Li was secretly eating something even more delicious, otherwise the sky might just fall.

I wonder if Little Bing'er is feeling any better....

"Tsk tsk.... tsk.... smack smack...."

"Hey, little monk, where did you learn to eat an ice pop like that?"

"Brother Li eats them this way."

.........

Murong Xiao probably won't be able to surpass his master anytime soon. After all, first, he doesn't have a significant other yet, and... considering his current master, he might not have one in the future either.

This way of eating isn't just about using the mouth.

As everyone knows.

It's quite normal for a war of words to escalate into physical conflict.

For instance, Little Li was never one to just use his mouth. When talking can't solve the problem, then he has to use his hands.

Even if he's a gentleman, his hands are not.

Ying Bing's body stiffened slightly. Originally, only her limbs were curled up a bit, but now her entire figure shrank into Li Mo's embrace. Her defiant gaze once again became utterly disarrayed.

"Your hand... has a mind of its own again...."

"Hmm?"

Li Mo also just realized it, but as he regained a bit of clarity, he discovered...

"Ice Block, it seems it's not that my hand has its own ideas, yours..."

"Does not."

Ying Bing pressed her lips together. If she said her curiosity about the 'Dharma Manifestation' held no other intentions, Li Mo probably wouldn't believe her.

Who would buy that to fool a childish person?

"....."

She couldn't say it out loud, and she truly didn't dare to engage in another war of words with him. Using all her strength, she twisted her body around, giving Li Mo only her back.

Her mouth was idle, but her fiercely pounding heart betrayed her.

"Don't keep staring at me."

"You wouldn't know I was looking at you if you weren't looking at me."

"....."

Li Mo stared at her pink ear tip, noticing her stealing glances at him from the corner of her eye, and then catching her just as she noticed him looking, making her pretend nothing happened and turn her gaze away.

In the past, Little Li would have thought he saved the world in his past life and had to continue saving it in this one.

But this time, he didn't feel that way.

This Empress Fairy, whom he had been determined to cling to and get benefits from ever since getting the system, seemed to have unknowingly become a part of him, not just some investment target.

"Does the blister in your mouth still hurt? I found it earlier, on the left side of your tongue."

"A little bit...."

"We'll find a needle to prick it later and it'll be fine."

Ying Bing learned for the first time that a sewing needle had so many uses—it could both reduce fever and prick blisters in the mouth.

Shrinking in Li Mo's embrace, she gradually truly stopped feeling cold.

She tried moving her hands and feet a little; her strength had also...

"Ice Block, don't squirm."

"What's wrong?"

"This isn't the way to grind an iron pestle into a needle." Li Mo's voice was hoarse.

"?"

Ying Bing held her breath.

She found that after turning around, they were actually embracing even more tightly, and it seemed the power of the Dharma Manifestation had instead grown stronger.

As everyone knows.

Little Li's Dharma Manifestation was the move she was least able to handle, even finding it a bit frightening. After all, aside from this move, nothing else could make her pass out for two hours.

Her illness was cured, so why was Chui Bao getting sicker and sicker?

Right at that moment, the system's notification sounded again.

[Notification: Three days until the next reward.]

[Reward Content: Help Li Mo cure Chui Bao's illness.]

[The system specifically came to check the host's progress in learning how to treat the illness... Oh, you're in the middle of treating it? Well then, I'll be off. I won't disturb you.]

The annoying system came and went quickly.

This time, it didn't even have time to release the 'study materials'.

But they weren't needed anyway. Ying Bing's intelligent mind had memorized them all, but each one made her whole body tingle, and she couldn't bring herself to use a single one.

"The medicinal soup is here~"

Gu Xueqin came in carrying the soup, then fell into deep thought upon seeing the scene.

"Huh, I think I came to the wrong place, how strange...."

Mother silently retreated from the room, closing the door behind her.

"??"

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