The little girl who picks mushrooms walks barefoot;

The mushrooms she picks are the biggest, the mushrooms she picks are the thickest;

Yi ya yi ya yo...

Okay, the lyrics stop here.

Wang Xiaole is not so indecent, deep in his heart, he played and messed up the lyrics that represent the memories of childhood.

Although the lyrics are scrambled, a part of it truly represents his current feelings.

If there is something to be grateful for, it is:

Mewo White is not the little girl in the lyrics, she won't actually "pick" the "mushrooms".

At this moment, Mewo White's attitude towards "mushrooms" is still loving and caring.

But this state is still very dangerous.

After all, Wang Xiaole has hardly had any experience in that area, and the impact of the gentle touch of the little hands under the blanket is a bit strong.

If there were only him and Mewo White in the room, Wang Xiaole wouldn't mind experiencing that feeling for a long time;

However, there are more than two people in this scene.

There's the one cooking in the kitchen, and the one lying in the sleeping bag, both of whom are living beings who can breathe.

Considering that both of them are nearby, Wang Xiaole cannot let go and must constantly control the moans that escape from his mouth.

Although he also has the option of lifting the blanket and telling Mewo White that it's not right; but what if:

When he lifted the blanket and was about to advise Mewo White, his disciple whom he couldn't rest assured suddenly came over...

That would be the typical "caught in bed with a girl" scenario (something doesn't seem right about that).

Because of this concern, Wang Xiaole can only endure a hint of regret in his heart and pray that Mewo White stops soon.

"Master, dinner is ready, your disciple will bring it to you!"

This empress, who is used to being attended to by maids, lifted the home-cooked meal with her hands holding weapons today;

And today, she tried serving others for the first time.

Meat, vegetables, and other dishes were placed on the table one by one;

After Isabella pulled down the apron in front of her, she raised her right hand with an open palm, pointing to the food on the table, and said:

"Master, let's eat."

The master also wants to eat!

Wang Xiaole, in a moment of depression, stretched his pale face filled with a faint sadness.

He was very curious:

Has Mewo White never had contact with fungi before?

Otherwise, why would she hold an ordinary "mushroom" in her hand for so long, is she hatching it?

Because his "vital point" was being held, Wang Xiaole could only half lie on the bed, and it was even difficult to move his hips to relax.

At present, in his current state, not to mention coming to the table to eat, it is impossible for him to leave this bed.

Isabella maintained her standing posture and waited for several minutes, but her master did not get out of bed, making her anxious.

"What's wrong? Is the food your disciple made not to your liking, Master?"

"Of course not! My master's appetite is easily satisfied. I can eat the food that can feed stray animals... basically."

"Then why hasn't the master moved?"

"My legs can't move... The rheumatism in my legs is getting worse. My legs are temporarily disabled."

"I didn't expect Master's rheumatism to become so serious, even affecting his ability to walk."

Master's health issue was a top priority for Isabella and she couldn't afford to be careless.

"Just wait, I will call the imperial physicians from the palace to treat Master, no matter what they say."

"No need!"

Wang Xiaole, "rising from his deathbed," suddenly leaned his upper body towards the edge of the bed, holding onto Isabella's sleeve with force.

"I'm just dealing with an old problem. I will be healthy again by tomorrow. You don't need to worry, my disciple."

This self-healing approach obviously did not ease the other person's worries.

Wang Xiaole could clearly feel that the struggle in front was not weakening at all but rather intensifying, and it could break free at any moment.

There was no other way.

The person in question gritted his teeth and made a bold move:

With his lower body immobile, Wang Xiaole suddenly lowered his upper body and with his outstretched arms, he firmly embraced those straight legs.

"Don't leave, my disciple. Don't leave me alone! I feel empty, lonely, and cold..."

If there was a fresh onion nearby, Wang Xiaole could definitely fake cry in three seconds;

But even without the help of tears, his shout just now still appeared genuine, making it hard for anyone to refuse.

Isabella's heart softened.

At the same time, a sense different from maternal instinct emerged in her deep consciousness, making her unconsciously turn around.

"Alright, my disciple, stay with me. Don't go."

After turning her body back, Isabella briefly hugged her Master;

Midway, she subconsciously prepared to pat his head but then thought:

This was disrespectful!

So, she dismissed the thought and withdrew the raised arm.

A cry of "grief" exchanged a warm "embrace";

This unexpected gain was a pleasant surprise for Wang Xiaole, but he also knew very well:

His disciple's tenderness was due to a misunderstanding. If she knew that Master was a man and not a woman, her attitude towards him would not be so intimate.

"You sit on the bed, and I'll feed you."

Having been persuaded to stay, Isabella considered Master's empty stomach and made an exception by personally bringing the food.

"Open your mouth, ah ah ah ah ah."

Crackle!

"What was that sound?"

In confusion, Isabella's hand with the bowl froze in place, and her slender jade fingers holding the spoon also stopped, only her eyes darted around.

"Didn't Master hear any strange sound just now? Like sparks flickering?"

"No, my disciple, did you mishear?"

Wang Xiaole was more aware than anyone else about whether he heard it correctly or not.

After all, he was sitting on the bed, and his extended gaze could clearly see what his disciple couldn't comprehend behind her.

Thanks to a miraculous angle, Wang Xiaole could see clearly now:

The clear eyes that were looking in this direction stared unblinkingly at the bed;

From the moment it started, there was a high temperature spreading from inside the sleeping bag, as hot as a flickering flame.

If he hadn't reached the age of getting Alzheimer's, and if he hadn't made a mistake, Wang Xiaole could assert:

There was only one person hidden in the sleeping bag!

So, the noise of "crackling" that happened not long ago could only have been caused by that person.

That was all that the boy knew, and he was not a part of that person's body, so naturally, there were things he didn't know.

For example, he didn't understand:

The reason for that person's abnormality.

In fact, although that person, Cai, loved Wang Xiaole, she wasn't the kind of person who was jealous and couldn't tolerate any potential rivals.

Otherwise, she wouldn't maintain a friendly relationship with Freya and the others all the time.

The reason why Cai suddenly protested when Isabella was feeding them was purely out of a paranoid thought:

Anyone could stay by an adult's side, except someone from the DiBiles royal family.

Cai allowed anyone to be her mother, except for the Empress!

As the saying goes:

"The Demon King also has moments of softness (when facing Mewo White), and the Holy Maiden also has someone she treats differently."

There shouldn't be a "tolerant girl" who is friendly to all potential rivals and smiles at them in this world;

Even if there really was, a girl with such an impeccable personality couldn't be found in this room.

Because he hadn't learned mind reading, Wang Xiaole didn't know about Cai's complex thoughts;

Just for the sake of the tranquility of the whole room, he still made a silent gesture to Cai when his disciple wasn't paying attention.

The gesture worked, and the sleeping bag instantly became quiet, as if the incident hadn't happened at all.

"Aren't you not hearing any sound now? Master was right, wasn't he? I must have misheard just now."

Under Wang Xiaole's repeated gestures, although Isabella's face still had a hint of hesitation, she managed to suppress the doubt in her heart.

"Maybe I really misheard... Continue speaking, aaah."

Crackling, crackling!

The sound resembling sparks flashed again in the room, even more intense than before.

Click!

Isabella put down the utensils, took a few steps back with her legs, and vigilantly looked around in the next moment.

"I heard it more clearly this time, it's definitely not an illusion."

While searching, Isabella didn't pay attention to her feet, so as she turned around in the room, her toes kicked a resilient object.

Puff!

Under the effect of a soft external force, her extended toes were bounced back, and immediately her gaze shifted downwards.

As her thoughts were in motion, Isabella's eye corners slightly curved, causing her pupils to appear sharper than before.

"The sleeping bag is bulging, seems like there's something inside."

After she spoke her guess out loud, her lowered hands also moved simultaneously, extending her palms towards the zipper of the sleeping bag in a posture ready to confront a fierce animal.

"Aaaah!"

Only when a scream like that of a slaughtered beast sounded did the fingers that had grabbed the zipper, along with those hands, come to a halt.

It's the person who let out a scream.

"Master's scream is so miserable! Has the rheumatism in his legs worsened?"

"Hehe, if it gets worse, I'm afraid Master will have to amputate... The scream was to stop you, my disciple, from touching the things in the sleeping bag."

"Give a reason."

"The, the reason is--- my cherished doll is in the sleeping bag, that belongs to my personal belongings."

"A doll?"

Seeing the puzzled expression on his disciple's face, Wang Xiaole knew it was time for him to do something.

Immediately, he raised his hand, pressed his palm up against his heart, and spoke in a girlish tone:

"Don't be fooled by Master's usual carefree appearance, it's all just a façade;

The true Master is a sensitive girl who loves stuffed animals and dolls very much. Mm-hmm!"

The last two words were indescribably clever, greatly enhancing Wang Xiaole's current level of coquetry, and causing Isabella to shudder.