ergent in his hand....While Wu Ling held a teddy bear over a meter tall, nearly as tall as him, in her hands and still had a strawberry-flavored Alpenliebe lollipop in her mouth.The two walked out of...After a brief friendly exchange between the three uncles and nephews.

Several people split into two groups and set off.

It's time to book hotels, book hotels, and change clothes! Everyone was busy running around for a moment.

Wu Ling was sandwiched between her older brother's shoulders and trembled as she walked upstairs. Her little tuft of hair was bristling, looking thoroughly chilled.

This hotel, though it looks beautiful on the outside, has an outdated interior that resembles a building from several years ago. There's no elevator inside, so you have to climb four floors using only your legs.

Wu Ling and Wu Xiading's double luxury suite is on the 4th floor, room 410.

At this time, the two of them huffed and puffed their way up the stairs for a while before they finally reached the third floor.

Theoretically, they should be able to run up that height in one breath.

But at this time, Wu Ling's legs and feet were trembling from the cold, and besides, when she ran out of the basement before, her legs just kept running wildly.

When sitting in a car, it wasn't noticeable. Now walking up, the calves were raised and bouncing.

That kind of muscle soreness from overexertion gradually spreads upwards from the leg muscles.

Wu Ling felt as if hundreds of ants were biting at his legs the moment he lifted them. It was a mixture of numbness, soreness, and pain.

He let out a harsh breath, glancing at his older brother beside him who remained expressionless. For a moment, he felt a complex mix of emotions.

Wu Ling knew that her physical strength was no match for her older brother, but she didn't expect the gap between them to be so huge.

He's totally exhausted here, but his older brother is as calm as a mountain, walking with a steady gait, looking like he's not tired at all.

"Brother, aren't you tired" Wu Ling was curious and asked out loud.

"What's wrong Tired" Wu Xie tilted her head and glanced at him, softly asking.

"Hmm." Wu Ling nodded glumly.

He glanced at the platform in front of him. Although it was only a few steps away, it seemed awfully far. He scoffed and said:

"My feet are so sore, I feel like I won't need to eat chili peppers anymore."

Listening to these somewhat incoherent words, Wu Xie's expression remained unchanged. He quietly asked in a low voice, "Why"

Wu Ling curled her lips and said softly, "Because my feet are so numb, numb all the way to my heart."

When Wu Xia heard this, he let out a light chuckle.

He smiled and shook his head, reaching out to hold Wu Ling's waist, leading him forward, and said:

"Okay, when it's time for bed, I'll give you a basin of hot water to soak your feet, relax, relax. Then I'll massage them for you, and by tomorrow morning the numbness will be gone."

Hearing this, Wu Ling instantly felt her legs stop tingling and her back stop aching. Her whole body felt refreshed and invigorated.

He sniffed, a little touched, and gave Wu Xiaobi a small heart with his hand.

"Brother, I love you, heart."

Wu gave him a sly smile and glanced at him, as if finding amusement in his childish behavior.

Although somewhat childish, Wu Xie's actions were extremely cooperative as he caught the little heart and tucked it into his left chest pocket.

Then, I gently patted his waist and said, "Wait a while after you finish showering, I'll apply some medicine to you, and then we can continue eating."

"Okay."

Hearing that it was mealtime, Wu Ling's previously droopy little ears perked up instantly.

He nodded and said seriously, "Later I'm going to eat two big pork trotters. I'm definitely thinner after today, I need to make up for it."

Hearing this, Wu Xie was slightly stunned, but only for a moment. Afterward, he began to chuckle softly and echoed,

"Alright, eat two, and when the time comes, brother will help you remove the bones."

Here, both the pork knuckle and trotters are very flavorful. The pork knuckle is soft and tender, falling off the bone, while the trotters are a bit more q-elastic and chewy, with lots of small bones inside.

Wu Ling likes the feeling of having her mouth full of meat when she takes a bite.

But he was too lazy to remove the bones, so this kind of shrimp-peeling chore was basically handled by Wu Xie first. Then Wu Ling would make a mess and show off.

Such behavior of doting on her younger brother is excessive.

It's no wonder that in such a short time, he spoiled Wu Ling from her initial agreeable personality into a pampered and willful little diva.

Someone who used to like doing everything by themselves was surprisingly spoiled and became clingy, loving to be pampered.

Still crazy dancing on the bottom line of people, I have cultivated a playful and cute acting temperament.

After Wu Xie's words fell, Wu Ling let out a yelp from her mouth like a little dog.

He turned directly around and gave Wu Xia a big hug without holding back, wagging his tail happily:

"Hehehe, bro, I really love you to death. I must have saved Mars in my past life because this time around I met such an amazing partner like you. I'll always cheer for you, you are my forever god."

Wu Xie looked at the little golden retriever playfully pawing at him, a mix of amusement and exasperation on her face. She reached out and patted his back.

The two people chatted as they climbed upwards.

Wu Ling has a little quirk, that is, when she talks to people, she likes to stay close to them.

He turned his head to speak to his older brother, his body unconsciously shifting closer to Wu Xie.

The hallway of the stairs was a bit narrow, so as the two walked up, their shoulders nearly touched.

Wu Xie was afraid that Wu Ling would be distracted while walking and talking, so she accidentally fell down the stairs. She grabbed his wrist and led him back up.

Wu Xia is tall and has long legs. Her palms are also longer than those of an average man.

But Wu Ling's frame was thin, his body well-proportioned, and his joints were particularly delicate.

His slender wrist was directly enveloped by Wu Xia's warm and dry palm, giving him a sense of extreme security.

Wu Ling remembered when her older brother had applied medicine to her wounds before. Not only did his fingertips have calluses,

Even his palms bore the faint imprint of calluses, as if they were often gripping a knife or gun.

He thought about this, and muttered softly in his mouth: "Brother, your hands are so rough."

Wu Xie heard this and lowered his head to look at where the two were holding hands.

But to his surprise, he discovered a faint circle of red marks where Wu Ling had been holding him.

He was slightly taken aback, glancing at his own fingertips before looking back at Wu Ling's skin which bore some red marks.

"So tender"

Wu Ling also glanced at her own skin, and when she saw that it was slightly red, she tilted her head dismissively.

Although he was enhanced by Tong Ge, his original inherent traits still remain.

Because he was the kind of person in his past life who, besides work, never left the house.

Therefore, his skin was not exposed to much ultraviolet radiation, which resulted in very tender skin.

It's almost as if it leaves red marks with just a light pinch, but there's no pain.

At first, Wu Ling found it novel and often drew "Along the River During Qingming Festival" on her arm with her fingernail.

But over time, he got used to his own physique, where a simple press could leave a red mark.

Anyway, the redness will disappear after a while, and it won't affect his life.

So, this caused Wu Ling to not take much notice of his own physique.

He glanced at the red mark on his wrist, just as he was about to look away.

Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something new, letting out a "huh" sound from his mouth and saying excitedly:

"Bro, take a look at my outfit. With the color of my watch, don't I look like scallion-and-century egg tofu"

Saying that, Wu Ling raised her arm to Wu Xie's face.

Wu Xia lowered her head and saw the blue and green camouflage jacket on Wu Ling's body, falling on his fair wrist.

Three colors arranged together, it really does look like an abstract version of century egg tofu with chopped green onion.

He couldn't help but chuckle: "Quite vivid, isn't it"

"Right, right." Looking at her wrist, Wu Ling originally wanted to use the method of "looking at plums to quench thirst" to suppress her stomach that kept singing the opposite tune.

But at this time, he became hungrier the more he looked at it. Not only did it fail to quench his thirst, but his stomach started growling even louder.

Wu Ling patted her shrunken stomach and reached out to grab Wu Xie's hand, pulling him up the slope.

"Bro, come on, let's go up quickly. After we finish showering, we'll go downstairs for a meal. If we keep waiting, I'm going to get low blood sugar."

Saying that, Wu Ling took a long stride and went up two or three steps, pulling Wu Xie along and running upwards.

There was absolutely no trace of the listless and droopy state he had been in just moments ago due to exhaustion.

He embodies the phrase perfectly: live for rice, die for rice, fight for rice your whole life. Rice person, rice soul, whoever finishes their rice first is superior. Let's go!

Both of them had long legs, and they dashed up the stairs three steps at a time, reaching the fourth floor in less than ten seconds.

After running to the fourth floor, Wu Ling unzipped her bag, her fingers lightly sifting through it, muttering softly:

"Key card, key card."

While Wu Ling was rummaging in her bag for the key card, Wu, beside her, noticed with a sharp, sideways glance that there was a small card tucked between their door and frame.

He frowned, a little puzzled, but also with a hint of speculation.

He took two steps forward, using his body to block the crack in the door. He silently pulled the card out from inside the door, and upon looking down, his face darkened as he thought to himself, "Sure enough."

In some remote hotels or inns, there are some unclear services.

This service could be from a third party, or it could be provided by the hotel or inn itself.

As long as the man has money and the woman is willing, if they fancy each other, they just get together.

Over these years, Wu Xie has been traveling with his third uncle. He's encountered countless troubles, and situations like this one he's seen at least ten times.

He casually glanced at the information on the card, his fingertips curling slightly together.

Just as he was about to crumple the card, a curious voice suddenly came from beside him:

"Hey bro, what's that you got in your hand"

Wu Xieyun's light and breezy expression paused, she tilted her head to see her younger brother curiously watching the thing in her hand.

"Damn it."

He lowered his head, meeting the gaze of his younger brother's clear eyes. For a moment, an inexplicable awkwardness filled his heart, and the card in his hand suddenly felt unbearably hot.

I'm about to destroy the yellow card in my hand, but my younger brother suddenly found out and asked me what I was holding. How should I handle this situation

In just a few seconds, Wu Xie's brain whirred quickly, coming up with a plausible and not outlandish explanation:

The takeaway advertisement for flowers might have been sent by the florist next door to the hotel.

Hearing this, Wu Ling's mind flashed back to a flower shop next door to the hotel.

He let out a sigh tinged with wistfulness: "Well, well. Have things gotten so cutthroat these days"

As he spoke, Wu Ling took the deep purple keycard in her hand and opened the door.

Wu Xie saw that he seemed to have taken the bait and passed the topic, his heart relaxed.

His fingertips quickly crumpled the card in his hand, then swiftly tossed it into the hallway's trash can.

Wu Ling opened the door and then turned on the light beside it.

Looking around, the double room was still as peaceful and familiar as ever.

Some dishevelled bedding was strewn across the bed, and two pillows were stacked together in the centre.

There was still a slight indentation on the pillow, as if someone had been lazily lying on it playing with their phone.

On the nearby coffee table, there was still a bag of partially eaten french fries that had been opened. light. He didn't know who pushed him, but he ended up sitting heavily on the seat.The instant Wu Ling sat down, he was a little dazed. However, before he could get lost in his confusion, his waist an...