In another month and a half, I will stop playing with you. You can play by yourself.

Yi Feng pondered for a moment and felt that it didn't have any impact, so he called out to Wang Tie and went home.

Zhao Xingye watched Yi Feng and Wang Tie leave from the doorway and snorted coldly.

Yi Feng really doesn't take me seriously anymore!

He had repeatedly tried to recruit this youngster several times, inviting him to join the group, but the youngster just wouldn't nod in agreement.

It seems that the plan to pull him into the group is not going to work.

His face grew even more gloomy.

…

At night, after dinner, Yi Feng went to Gu Muxi's room as usual to review his homework.

Gu Muxi had finished her homework and was leaning against the headboard reading a book, with her two smooth legs dangling at the edge of the bed. The bare toes looked like crystal clear gemstones, round and cute.

After Yi Feng finished his homework, he looked back and saw her cute little toes, and couldn't help feeling thirsty and dry.

Holding them in hand must feel good, right?

Hm? When did I become a foot fetishist?

"Yi Feng, why do woodpeckers always love to peck at trees?" Gu Muxi asked suddenly, looking up from her book.

Yi Feng quickly averted his gaze, "Cough cough, how would I know? Maybe they like to drill straight into holes?"

"Why though?"

"Maybe because tree holes are more moist and warm."

"Is that so? Or did you make that up?"

"Then you can just assume I made it up."

"Humph, I knew you didn't know, pretending to understand in front of me!"

Gu Muxi had a proud look and continued flipping through her book.

Yi Feng chuckled and asked back, "Do you know how woodpeckers peck trees?"

"Of course, it's all in cartoons, who doesn't know?" Gu Muxi glanced at him, feeling that Yi Feng was asking a silly question.

"I don't believe it, can you imitate a woodpecker for me?" Yi Feng climbed onto the bed, coming closer to her.

"How do you want me to imitate it?"

"Just use my face as the tree." Yi Feng pointed at his cheek, shamelessly suggesting.

Gu Muxi: "???"

"Stinky Yi Feng, do you want to roll off my bed, round and smooth?"

"No!"

"Hmph, you don't want to? It's not up to you!"

Gu Muxi was about to kick him when suddenly there was a knock at the door, and she quickly withdrew her foot.

Li Wan pushed the door open and came in with two drinks.

One milk and one juice.

"Have you both finished your homework?" Li Wan smiled slightly and asked the two.

"I've finished! Just not sure about Yi Feng!" Gu Muxi raised her hand.

"Auntie, I've finished too," Yi Feng also raised his hand.

Li Wan nodded in satisfaction, smiling contentedly, "That's good, you two doing homework together is fast."

"You must be tired, have something to drink and rest a bit."

"Little Feng, this is your favorite orange juice. I bought fresh oranges this afternoon just to make it."

"Xixi, this is the pure milk you wanted to drink."

Li Wan placed the milk and juice on the table.

"Thank you, Auntie," Yi Feng stood up, thanking her.

"No need to be polite, continue with your studies, I won't disturb you." Li Wan affectionately touched his head and left.

Gu Muxi sighed in relief after hearing her mother's footsteps fade away.

I was almost caught by my mother just now!

"Stinky Yi Feng, you were just lucky this time, escaping a disaster!"

Yi Feng took a sip of his juice, then handed her the milk, "You just can't bear to do it, can you?"

Gu Muxi took the milk, scoffing, "Me? Bear to? I wouldn't even frown if I had to dismember you."

Yi Feng secretly chuckled; this girl was all bark and no bite.

He gulped down the juice in one go, licking his lips, still wanting more.

He turned his head to look at Gu Muxi.

He saw Gu Muxi tilting her head to drink the pure milk, and when she put down the cup, thick white milk hung on her lips, with a drop sliding down from the corner of her mouth.

Hiss!

Yi Feng's eyes widened, taking a sharp breath. This scene was really more than he could bear.

"Why are you looking at me?" Gu Muxi stretched out her pink tongue, licking her lips, and asked in confusion.

Yi Feng, with a "shy" look, "Gu Muxi, can I have a sip… of your milk?"