He's spoiled rotten; that wolf cub knows how to flirt and be affectionate.

Suppressing the surging speculation and doubt in his eyes, Zhao Yang said, "These don't look cheap, but Master Qu and his wife didn't actually leave behind much money, so let's save some."

He knew Qu Yi well; she was extravagant with money, spoiled, and a bit shrewd, but not much.

She hates it when people bring up the fact that she has no money.

Qu Yi continued wiping her hair, her movements never stopping.

"It's okay, I made some money today, enough to live on."

Zhao Yang was shocked by the fact that she made money, but the next second he was even more dumbfounded.

"This box is yours."

She pointed to another one that wasn't open and said.

"mine?"

“Your clothes are too old.” Qu Yi looked him up and down. “My estimation shouldn’t be wrong; the size shouldn’t be too far off.”

this woman.

Zhao Yang felt a lump in his throat, his emotions incomprehensible.

Judging by appearance...

In other words, she had been paying attention to him.

The thought of her secretly watching him made him extremely anxious; if she weren't there, his face would probably have turned pale and then ashen.

He was sure.

This woman is not reborn.

It's like being resurrected through a corpse.

After confirming that Qu Yi was not a reborn person, Zhao Yang became more carefree in his actions.

As for why I didn't suspect she was faking it?

Based on his understanding of her, he knew she didn't have that kind of self-control.

"Drink the medicine."

A bowl of dark, medicinal liquid was handed to Zhao Yang.

He took it, drank it all in one gulp, and his expression remained completely unchanged.

"The medicine isn't cheap, but this one dose will do," he said.

Qu Yi frowned: "No."

"The doctor said to keep drinking it, so listen to the doctor."

"He's lying to you; you don't need to drink for that long."

"It's okay, we have money."

Fearing that Zhao Yang wouldn't believe him, Qu Yi stood up and took out a small box from under his bed. Inside were several silver notes and some loose silver.

Zhao Yang's lips parted slightly, and it took him a long time to utter a sound: "Why is it placed in my room?"

He had no idea there was this box under his bed.

"You wouldn't believe it, and neither would the thief."

"........."

In the quiet moment, Zhao Yang's blanket suddenly bulged out, causing Qu Yi's gaze to freeze and her expression to change.

The boy looked down and his face turned from green to red.

"It's not what you think!"

He yanked off the covers and grabbed the culprit.

The red-bellied squirrel stared with its beady black eyes, looking a little bewildered.

It flailed its claws, but couldn't break free from Zhao Yang's grasp.

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Qu Yi had no intention of saving 3333, so she pretended not to hear, closed the box, and put it back under his bed.

Zhao Yang's expression was complicated: "Aren't you afraid I'll run off with the money?"

Qu Yi's gaze was perfectly calm: "Take it if you want it." Looking up at the boy leaning against the headboard, she added, "You want it?"

Zhao Yang remained silent.

The next second, Qu Yi took the box out again and handed it to him.

"Really for me?" Zhao Yang raised an eyebrow, his true nature becoming increasingly apparent in front of her.

"Don't you want it?"

"You'll give me what I want?"

"It depends on what you want."

"...the stars in the sky."

He wanted to slap himself as soon as he finished speaking.

If those people from the previous life knew that the fearsome God of Slaughter was saying such childish things, they would probably be shocked.

Qu Yi pretended to think for a few seconds, and when Zhao Yang was extremely embarrassed, she said, "I'll dream with you again next time."

Zhao Yang was stunned. After she left, his casual gaze sharpened, and he chuckled softly.

Time passes day by day.

Another half month has passed in the blink of an eye.

Qu Yi does daily training to improve her physical fitness and significantly increase her exercise volume.

Zhao Yang's injuries gradually healed, and he could walk steadily without crutches, indicating that he had not been left with a limp.

Qu Yi returned from a long run nearby, covered in sweat, only to find no one home when she got there.

Zhao Yang is not here.

He just recovered from his injury, where did he go?

Thinking that Zhao Yang's whereabouts were usually limited to a few places, she washed up and tidied herself up before heading towards the village entrance.

She met some villagers on the road, and when they greeted her, she casually asked if they had seen Zhao Yang.

The other party said they saw Zhao Yang go to Liu the foreman's house.

Foreman Liu is the one who injured Zhao Yang before.

Qu Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

What was he doing going to see that foreman? Revenge?