CHAPTER 450: PRINCESS XIAOBAI AND THE QUEEN’S CHARM

Kaka knew Mo Xiaobai was saying that intentionally. He glanced at Wushuang and frowned. "Did you call to ask about the assassination Wushuang was on?"

"Sis killed someone?" Mo Xiaobai sounded genuinely surprised. "I didn’t hear about that. I called her because I wanted her to bring me back a bottle of perfume, KR-NO115. There are only 30 bottles in the world. I’ve already ordered it, and I’d rather not have it damaged during air transport, so I asked her to bring it. What assassination are you talking about? No one needs to die recently. The Boss didn’t mention it, and even if someone needed to be dealt with, my sister wouldn’t be troubled to do it herself."

Mo Xiaobai didn’t sound like he was joking. Kaka’s mood suddenly became incredibly heavy. If it wasn’t for the Mafia’s killings, who else would make Wushuang go to such lengths? Kaka’s eyes narrowed slightly as he thought of a certain person.

"Hey, Kaka, are you still there? Are you dead?"

"I’m not dead, but you are. I’m hanging up if you don’t have anything to say." Kaka couldn’t be bothered to talk to him anymore. Whatever it was, it could wait until he woke up.

Mo Xiaobai laughed loudly. "Where is my sister? Is she really sleeping soundly?"

"She’s asleep."

"Then I’ll call her tomorrow. Seriously, Kaka, my sister is lying in your **bed**, and you’re not making a move. That’s a waste of a perfect opportunity. Your Jiaqi is nowhere near as good as my sister. Just cook the rice into a finished meal."

"Watch your mouth."

"Ugh, the person with the foulest mouth is telling me to watch mine," Mo Xiaobai complained.

Kaka smiled faintly. "Are you too free these days?"

"Me? Free? I just called to comfort Little Cousin, and he heartlessly hung up on me. How mean. He deserves to be sad. Little Cousin’s wife just walked away..."

"Feimo... I just talked to him the day before yesterday, and he didn’t hang up on me. He only hung up on you because your mouth is out of line," Kaka said. Talking about Ye Feimo made him feel a little down, but it was fleeting. "Feimo is like an unkillable cockroach. He can resurrect even if he dies. A divorce won’t break him. He didn’t die from cancer, so what’s a divorce going to do? Worry about yourself."

"Kaka, you have Jiaqi, and yet you treat Little Cousin like this. I’m so disappointed, so disappointed. I even suggested Little Cousin should throw himself into your arms after the divorce. I told him you’d take good care of him. Alas, I didn’t expect you to be so heartless." Mo Xiaobai sighed mournfully. Kaka felt like he must be crazy to be talking nonsense with Mo Xiaobai in the middle of the night.

However, Mo Xiaobai had one redeeming quality: when he talked nonsense to you, you wouldn’t feel bored. Was that a specialty of his?

"Fine, tell him to come to me. I’ll take good care of him."

"What about your Jiaqi then?"

Kaka smiled lewdly. "That’s easy. One for each night, maybe a 3P if they’re interested."

Mo Xiaobai: "...Powerful!"

Kaka didn’t want to string him along anymore. It really was late. "Hanging up. Spend time worrying about your Boss. Wushuang doesn’t need your concern."

He hung up. Mo Xiaobai stared at his phone, puzzled. *Worry about the Boss?*

He’d rather go out and have fun. The Boss was Ultraman. He didn’t need any worrying about.

Kaka went into the room, changed into his pajamas without any awkwardness, lifted the covers, and got into bed. He turned off the light, reached out a long arm, and pulled Wushuang into his embrace. Her familiar scent lingered around his nose, refusing to dissipate.

He smiled faintly and soon sank into his dreams.

Kaka’s routine was very regular. No matter how tired he was or how little sleep he got, his biological clock would wake him up promptly at 7 AM. But the reason he woke up this morning was a little unusual... a certain heat made him uncomfortable even in his sleep.

He opened his eyes and saw Wushuang’s breathtaking face right next to him. Her purple eyes reflected his somewhat bewildered, half-awake face, devoid of his usual shrewdness. Wushuang had slept on his arm all night. His arm was slightly numb. She maliciously pressed down on it, making it ache even more. Kaka tolerated her mischief, but after a moment, he felt that something wasn’t right. His expression slightly changed, but Wushuang gave him a big smile.

"Morning, Little Kaka..."

As she said ’Little Kaka,’ this demoness held his ’Little Kaka’ in her hand, gripping it even more maliciously. Wushuang could feel the object in her hand continually swelling, its heat almost scorching her skin through the fabric.

Her face didn’t flush, and her breathing was steady. Her eyes were shimmering, captivatingly alluring, the purple eyes hazy with a layer of charm. She leaned close to Kaka’s ear. "So you really do react..."

Her voice was as calm as a lake in March, without a ripple. All of Kaka’s rationality returned to his mind. He endured the throbbing and the discomfort, smiling slightly as he explained, "Wushuang, didn’t Special Agent Island teach you? This is a perfectly normal reaction for a man waking up."

With that, he grasped Wushuang’s wrist. Wushuang cleverly used her other hand to ward him off, one hand still gripping him. "Don’t move, or I’ll get serious..."

Kaka obeyed.

He knew what Wushuang meant by ’get serious.’

She looked at Kaka with feigned confusion. He was the most self-controlled man she had ever met. Despite his lower body being in such a state, his heart rate didn’t increase, and his face didn’t blush. It was as if nothing was happening.

There was no hint of desire in his eyes.

It was as if all of this was completely normal.

If the heat in her hand didn’t tell her that his body was having a strong reaction, she wouldn’t be able to tell that Kaka was affected just by looking at his face.

"Is it really just a normal reaction? It seems like it’s only when I touch your Little Kaka that he gets so excited to greet me," Wushuang said with a smile. Her smile was gentle, and her gaze was fixed on Kaka.

"Sweetheart, what are you trying to prove?" Kaka asked with a smile, very composed. His finger traced her face, doting like a lover, but there was no confusion in his eyes. Wushuang couldn’t tell if he truly wasn’t affected or if he was just restraining himself.

"To prove that I’m charming, of course," she answered matter-of-factly.

Kaka chuckled. A hint of amusement and appreciation appeared on his strikingly handsome face. He was not stingy with his praise for Wushuang. "You don’t need to prove your charm this way. No one would deny your charm."

At least, he wouldn’t.

Wushuang rolled over and partially pressed down on his chest. Her hand still held him, and she maliciously increased the pressure there. Kaka’s face remained normal, simply looking at Wushuang with a smile, doting on her immensely. It seemed that no matter what Wushuang did, he wouldn’t object or resist.

Her slender fingers tapped his chest. Wushuang tossed back her troublesome long hair and asked with a smile, "Kaka, if Jiaqi walked in and saw us sleeping in the same bed, would she dump you?"