Chapter 401: The Delicate Young Mistress Ruthlessly Bullies the Gloomy Villain (4)

Chapter 401: The Spoiled Young Mistress Mercilessly Teases the Brooding Villain (4)

Footsteps echoed in the distance.

Liu Wenshan tilted his head slightly and said, "You’d better go."

After speaking, he walked back into the waterfall, allowing the powerful water flow to impact his body.

The man in black vanished quickly.

Not long after, Song Chuyi returned with a single pear.

He sat on a large rock by the waterfall, rinsed the pear in his hand, dried it with a handkerchief, and then took a bite.

The crisp crunch of the pear was muffled by the waterfall, yet it still reached Liu Wenshan's ears.

Beneath the waterfall, he tilted his head slightly to glance at Song Chuyi.

The moonlight bathed him, casting a perfect glow on him.

His damp eyelashes fluttered slightly, and he turned his head away, letting the cold mist clash with his growing warmth.

Meanwhile, Song Chuyi finished the pear, dug a small hole, and buried the pear core.

Then he clapped his hands and stomped on the soil.

By dawn, Liu Wenshan had stood under the waterfall for nearly seven hours.

Truly remarkable.

Even in his original form as a coffee tree, he wouldn’t dare stand under such a forceful waterfall for nearly seven hours.

Liu Wenshan not only endured seven hours but also remained expressionless.

Clearly, he wasn’t one to be underestimated.

Song Chuyi tutted and said, "If you beg me now, I’ll let you out."

His voice, though soft, cut through the waterfall’s roar and reached Liu Wenshan’s ears.

Liu Wenshan turned his head toward Song Chuyi and opened his mouth.

"…Please."

Song Chuyi waved his hand, "You should’ve begged sooner."

"Come out."

But Liu Wenshan stood still.

Song Chuyi: ???

"Can't you walk over?"

He quickly stood up and stepped into the water.

The rushing water slammed against his calves, throwing him off balance.

Fortunately, his balance was decent, and he managed to stabilize himself and walk against the current.

The roar of the waterfall was so loud that Song Chuyi could hear nothing else, his eyes fixed only on Liu Wenshan's figure.

The water pounded against him, drenching his clothes completely.

Drenched and clinging to his body, it made him feel heavier.

Song Chuyi stood up against the water, facing Liu Wenshan.

His black hair was soaked, and even those exquisitely beautiful eyes seemed to be veiled with moisture.

"You..."

He had barely uttered a word when the waterfall's torrent suddenly crashed down on him.

Song Chuyi lost his balance, his legs buckling. At the critical moment, a strong hand grabbed his shoulder.

Song Chuyi looked up, but Liu Wenshan's expression didn't change at all.

It seemed as if he hadn't even exerted any effort to pull him out of the rushing water.

Song Chuyi: ???

Is he playing dumb?

Sure enough, he's the villain, sly and cunning.

The calmer he remained, the more Song Chuyi wanted to get under his skin.

He really wanted to see that composed facade crack.

After being brought to the shore by Liu Wenshan, Song Chuyi pushed Liu Wenshan away with a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Who said you could touch me?"

"Do you want me to tell your father?"

Liu Wenshan glanced at Song Chuyi, drenched from head to toe, his eyelashes fluttering down.

The clothes clung to his body, outlining his firm curves.

A faint blush spread across his skin, as if he'd been struck.

Liu Wenshan averted his gaze, lips pressed tightly together, silent.

A chilly morning breeze swept by, and Song Chuyi sneezed involuntarily.

"Achoo!"

He rubbed his nose, the tip now flushed red.

"Hurry up and carry me back!"

He was haughty and impossible to reason with.

First, he wouldn’t let Liu Wenshan touch him, and now he’s demanding to be carried.

Unpredictable and difficult.

Liu Wenshan leaned in abruptly, closing the distance between them.

"Go on, beg me."

He spat out these two words.

Song Chuyi was baffled.

He glared at Liu Wenshan, childishly biting the finger that was extended toward him.

"You really have the nerve to make me beg you?"

His sharp teeth nipped Liu Wenshan's fingertip.

It stung a bit.

Song Chuyi released his mouth, somewhat angry.

"Why does your finger have to be so tough?"

He was teasing Liu Wenshan.

"Do you even realize you're hurting my teeth?"

As he spoke, he sneezed again.

The chilly wind blew, making the air even frostier.

Song Chuyi tightened his clothes around him and kicked Liu Wenshan's calf.

"Hurry up and take me back!"

Liu Wenshan's index finger curled slightly, still warm from Song Chuyi's touch.

He lowered his eyes, seemingly reflecting Song Chuyi's image.

"Go on, beg me."

He repeated the words.

Like the icy mountain breeze, carrying a faint chill.

Song Chuyi bit his lip. This damn antagonist! Does he really need to prove a point here?

He stood up and let out a cold snort.

"Fine, don't carry me then."

"I'll just walk back on my own."

No sooner had he spoken than he was swept off his feet.

Instinctively, he threw his arms around Liu Wenshan's neck and burst into laughter.

"Oh, so you decided to carry me after all?"

"You're such a hypocrite."

He gave Liu Wenshan's chest a light tap, grinning.

"Now that's a good stepson for you."

Liu Wenshan's steps were steady, but he suddenly paused upon hearing this.

He looked down at Song Chuyi.

"No, it's not."

Song Chuyi made a soft sound of surprise, "No to what?"

Liu Wenshan pressed his lips together and remained silent.

He carried Song Chuyi into the main bedroom, said nothing, and left.

Song Chuyi quickly changed into clean clothes and burrowed under the covers.

When Liu Wenshan returned, Song Chuyi was bundled in the blanket, his mind foggy.

Liu Wenshan touched his forehead.

Sure enough, he was running a fever.

He propped Song Chuyi up and held the medicine to his lips.

Song Chuyi blinked, obediently tilted his head, and took a sip.

"It tastes awful."

With that, he turned his head away.

"It's bitter."

He looked completely pitiful.

"I don't wanna drink it."

But Liu Wenshan was insistent, pressing the medicine bowl to his lips.

"Drink it."

Song Chuyi's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe Liu Wenshan would force him to drink something so bitter, even in his pitiful state.

His long lashes were wet, and his eyes glistened with tears.

Liu Wenshan averted his gaze, seemingly ignoring the tears, and pushed the medicine bowl closer.

"Drink it."

His tone grew firmer, edged with a hint of coldness.

Song Chuyi flinched, shrinking back slightly.

Liu Wenshan pressed his lips together, pulled a piece of candy from his pocket, and offered it to him.

Song Chuyi spotted the candy and glanced up at Liu Wenshan.

His eyes lit up, as if he'd stumbled upon something amusing.

"You feed it to me."

His tone was spoiled, but his voice, softened by illness, had a sweet, sticky quality.

It sounded less like a command and more like a playful plea.

Liu Wenshan spooned a bit of medicine, blew on it, and held it to Song Chuyi's lips.

Song Chuyi eyed it and snorted softly, "That's not how you feed me."

"Use your mouth to feed me."