Getting her revenge for the head-pat was witnessed by a crowd of beastn who were getting all the wrong ideas. Only then did Wu Yue finally take a hard look at her posture on top of the beastman.
’Yes, right now I’m straddling Yuan Lang’s waist quite securely.’ The beastman’s abs were faintly visible. Perhaps her little assault had left him a bit stunned, giving him an adorably dazed look he didn’t usually have.
He looked rather innocent.
’And on the other hand...’
’My hands are clutching the beastman’s hair, and if I rember correctly, was I just... cackling?’
’My face definitely wore a gleeful smile, the kind one has after getting sweet revenge.’
’No matter how I look at it, this whole scene paints an unflattering picture of forcing Yuan Lang to... do it.’
She decisively jumped off the beastman, straightened her ssy hair, and turned to the rather shocked Yuan Qi with a hollow laugh. "Uncle Yuan Qi, Yuan Lang and I were just playing around, heh heh."
Yuan Qi nodded with a knowing look. "Mm, I understand perfectly."
Wu Yue’s cheeks puffed out. "..."
’So... what exactly is it that you "understand"?’
His hair fell in a ssy tangle over his shoulders as Yuan Lang sighed in resignation.
With a slight flex of his core, he sat up from the nest of grass. He tilted his chiseled face up to look at the little female standing there with a forced smile.
"Yue, you should eat more."
"Huh?"
Wu Yue was dumbfounded. ’Shouldn’t this be the part where you stand up and explain our purely platonic relationship? What’s all this about eating more?’
Yuan Lang stood and slowly walked to her side. He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her small, fair ear. "You’re a little bony."
With that, as Wu Yue stared in confusion, he rubbed his own firm, muscular abdon.
Then, as if his feet had grown wings, he turned and vanished from sight.
The other beastn also left, snickering with their arms slung over each other’s shoulders.
They hadn’t gotten far before a furious roar erupted from the little female’s grass hut: "Yuan Lang! You bastard!"
The beastn instinctively covered their ears. After a mont, they exchanged glances. "The little female sounds really angry."
"What’s a ’bastard’?"
"Never mind what a ’bastard’ is. I just thought of sothing."
One beastman’s conspiratorial look drew the attention of the surrounding tribesn.
A cluster of large, curious heads huddled together. "What is it? Spill it."
"Have you all forgotten? Didn’t Yuan Lang’s Amu say he... can’t perform?
The little female is so furious, it must be because Yuan Lang couldn’t satisfy her."
Understanding dawned on the beastn, and they all cast sympathetic glances toward Wu Yue’s grass hut in unison.
"Looks like the little female really likes Yuan Lang, forcing herself on him even though he can’t perform."
Wu Yue, who had supposedly "forced herself on him": "..."
’ow ow ow?’
「The next morning」
The area around the Snow Tiger Tribe’s grass huts was bustling. The mbers of the Black Wolf Tribe had all gathered there.
They watched the Snow Tiger Tribe Beastman Warriors and the little female, who had already packed their belongings, their eyes full of gratitude.
This was especially true for the healed Half beastman Warriors, who said their goodbyes to the Snow Tiger Beastman Warriors that had cared for them, their wolf-like eyes filled with tears.
"Little female, don’t forget our agreent!" the Black Wolf Witch said to Wu Yue with a broad smile.
Wu Yue’s smile was radiant. "Of course. But I hope your next visit to the Snow Tiger Tribe isn’t for dical reasons."
While the atmosphere here was warm, in the distance, the Lion Tribe’s Beastman Warriors and the Witch Disciple wore grim expressions.
"They’re about to leave. Are we really not going to go over there?"
A Beastman Warrior at his side frowned, looking at the female in front of them.
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