Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Willingly
At the front of the migration team, Wen Shu was chewing on jerky when she inexplicably shivered.
Feeling someone staring at her, Wen Shu turned around suspiciously, only to see Bai Qiao walking towards her.
"Wen Shu, you’re just too much!"
Bai Qiao blocked her in a few steps, her round eyes filled with anger, "Lu Di and Lucius are good people, how could you drive them away?"
Hearing this, Wen Shu wasn’t surprised; in the protagonist’s world, there aren’t many males who are bad.
Even if they deliberately hurt her to the point of heartbreak, she would miraculously find a reason to forgive them.
Wen Shu pressed her lips tightly, not wanting to discuss this with her. Her mind turned, and she pretended to be harsh by saying, "Bai Qiao, instead of bothering me, why not think about how to improve your strength, otherwise..."
She glanced towards Bai Rong’s family not far away, sarcastically curling her lips, "Mother likes me better, and you won’t get anything."
Faced with her cold sarcasm, Bai Qiao’s face turned pale with anger, and her eyes reddened.
Holding back tears, her chest heaved with rage, feeling that Wen Shu appeared increasingly detestable.
She wanted to coexist peacefully, but this female always provoked her, even causing their mother to reprimand her for her!
Bai Qiao bit her lip, incensed, and blurted out her thoughts, "Sure enough, everything Craig said was true. You, a malicious female, aren’t fit to be the next City Lord! I won’t let you succeed!"
What if she can heal internal injuries, she has more talent; once she reaches the Tenth Rank, she will definitely be stronger than her!
Seeing her determined eyes, after her chastisement, she angrily stormed towards Lu Di’s caravan, and Wen Shu let out a subtle sigh of relief.
This is really... great.
Her tense face finally showed a hint of a smile.
The protagonist is motivated once again and will soon return to her original path, right?
As the team moved forward, the sky grew darker. When the last sliver of sunset dipped into the forest, the Beastmen rekindled the campfires.
To prevent Lucius from finding her, Wen Shu and the males set up a separate fire pit in the corner.
In the warm glow of the fire, Mious and Wu Xuan were preparing food, while Wen Shu tended to Nan’s injuries inside.
Silvery light like a trickling stream flowed into the male’s body.
Gradually, his scarred face underwent visible changes.
The dark scars faded inch by inch, revealing stunningly handsome features.
Strands of messy brown hair fell by his fair face.
Curled locks brushed over clean and soft eyebrows and eyes, tracing a beautiful arc down the high bridge of the nose, landing gently beside moist, light-colored lips.
With the injuries fully healed, his long lashes trembled slightly but he did not immediately awaken.
While gazing at his deep and gentle face in the firelight,
Wen Shu’s heart, heavy with worry, seemed to be silently soothed just a bit...
After staring down for a moment, she brushed aside those disordered strands of hair and softly sighed, "Nan, wake up soon."
The injuries were healed, but Nan was still unconscious; was there a problem with his spiritual power?
Before she could figure it out, Wu Xuan sat beside her, "Ashu, let’s eat first."
A handful of fresh meat skewers was handed to her.
Locking eyes with his intense gaze, Wen Shu smiled, took it, and just as she was about to eat, Mious also sat down, his arm pressed closely against hers, and he said in a low voice, "Try this."
She glanced at the stone bowl filled with tempting spicy meat slices, and while surprised, swallowed hard, "Sure, thank you, Mious."
Hearing her thank him, Mious’s long lashes fluttered.
She isn’t like this with Wu Xuan...
He pressed his lips tightly, lowering his gaze to hide the sorrow in his eyes, but after a brief silence, he looked at Wen Shu unwillingly.
"No need to thank me."
His sullen voice slowly sounded,
Upon hearing this, Wen Shu, who was happily eating, stopped chewing.
She turned her face to see in the male’s eyes, reflecting the firelight, a hidden strand of sadness.
Her heart tightened, not understanding what had happened.
Then, in the next moment, Mious solved her confusion.
His stern face suddenly moved closer, gently and lightly wiping the salt from her lips, his voice hoarse and low, "Anything I do for you is willingly, whether now or in the future."
In her vision, the male’s usually cold and calm emerald eyes were now filled with honesty and intensity.
In the enchanting night, the flickering flames grew wilder.
Wen Shu felt her heart stir strangely from his gaze, caught off guard.
"Okay, okay."
She turned her face awkwardly, her ears still echoing the male’s deep confession.
So...
Was she okay with Mious’s "willingness"?
Wen Shu’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, sensing the persistent and heated gaze of the male, wishing she could bury her head in her chest.
Meanwhile, Wu Xuan, who had just confirmed the female’s feelings, saw her blush because of Mious and was immediately filled with jealousy.
He cast a hostile look at Mious, wrapped his large hand around Wen Shu’s shoulder, nestled close to her neck, and asked, with a deliberately lowered voice, "Ashu, which is tastier, the grill or the meat slices?"
The warm and familiar breath tickled her ears, making Wen Shu shrink her neck. Realizing what he was asking, she froze in place.
This question, why does it sound so familiar?
In her moment of distraction, a shadow suddenly obscured her vision, and she felt her lips pressed against something hot, her eyes widening slightly.
She stared unwaveringly at those golden eyes so close to her, but instead of retreating, he boldly pinched her face, nibbling and grinding more intimately.
Her lips went numb from the kiss, and after pushing against Wu Xuan’s firm chest, he obediently pulled away, producing an embarrassing sound as their lips parted.
Wen Shu’s body stiffened, and as she looked up, she saw Wu Xuan absentmindedly touching his lips, his cheeks flushed.
This guy!
She glared at him with shame and anger, suddenly feeling a chill behind her, and remembering Mious’s earlier confession, her scalp tingled, just wanting to find a hole to hide in!
"Wen Shu..."
Mious’s muffled voice echoed softly.
Wen Shu’s pupils trembled, completely at a loss for words, when a familiar voice broke the overwhelming atmosphere.
"Female Wen Shu, can I speak with you alone?"
Yining’s cool face appeared behind the flickering fire, his defined features shifting with the light, casting a layer of dim shadow.
He quietly gazed at the female sitting in the firelight, his eyes crossing with a complex melancholy.
Wen Shu, eager to escape, didn’t notice his odd behavior and immediately stood up, "Of course."
Avoiding the males’ hands that tried to stop her, she warned them sternly, "Don’t follow me!"
After saying that, she walked into the forest with Yining, turning back step by step, and only when they were out of sight did the tension in her back relax.
A few more times like this, and her poor heart is bound to have a problem sooner or later.
Wen Shu thought absentmindedly, while in front of her, Yining slowly stopped walking at this moment.
"Female Wen Shu..."
In the silent woods, his voice, calmer than the night wind, carried a faint, heart-trembling hoarseness.
Wen Shu’s brow furrowed, detecting the sadness hidden within.
She slightly raised her face, meeting his misted eyes, and her heart skipped a beat.
What is going on?