Chapter 12: Run Again, Break a Leg

She was suddenly flipped over, Ying tossed her directly onto the Mammoth's back, then Ying climbed up as well; angry, he was not gentle at all this time, and, still venting his frustration, he struck her butt hard several times before ordering the Mammoth, "Go."

"I won't go back; I want to go home; I won't go back with you."

She kept struggling to get off the Mammoth, but her body was held and she couldn't move; she had barely managed to escape, and going back there meant no chance of getting out again; a massive fury filled her with strength as she tried hard to break free of Ying's restraints.

"Let go of me, let go."

The Mammoth ran at a gallop, and she vomited her lunch from the jostling.

Finally, she ran out of strength to struggle, and she just lay, motionless, on the Mammoth's back.

Seeing that she had settled, Ying finally extended his large palm to gently stroke her back, trying to smooth her qi and make her a bit more comfortable.

"Don't touch me."

"I'm back, I'm back."

The Mammoth delivered them to the Tribe's gate, and Ying got down, hoisted her whole body onto his back, and walked toward the Cave.

"Ying is back."

The tribe members cheered one after another.

"Ying, this female doesn't know what's good for her and wants to run away; hand her over to me."

A Yue's eyes glared at Nan Qinghuan, as if she were about to eat her alive; dreadful, a woman's jealousy is truly terrifying—if it falls into this woman's hands, my life would be over.

Seeming to notice that the person on his back had become obedient, Ying simply bypassed A Yue and headed toward his own Cave, saying, "Get out of here."

"Ying, she is a different‑eyed person; leaving her here would bring disaster to the Tribe."

Ying ignored A Yue and instead hurled Nan Qinghuan forcefully onto a stone, the stone hitting her butt, "Ouch…".

Her butt hurt a lot, the pain making her hoarse and grimace; she was playing with a ball, now she'll be tortured to death.

When Ying saw that A Yue still hadn't left but instead came in, he, preoccupied with taking off the Beast Skin that covered his lower half, turned his head with disdain and said, "Do you want to watch me mate here?"

Although A Yue is thick‑skinned, she couldn't bear to watch the man she likes with another female.

"You…"

She stamped angrily, covered her face and ran out crying, and as she left she spat a harsh line, "I'll make you regret it."

After she ran out, the tribe members gradually dispersed.

Everyone had left, and now it was Nan Qinghuan's turn to tremble.

She curled up and kept moving backward; she saw Ying's gaze, terrifying—a light fiercer than a beast's, as if he could pounce at any moment and tear her apart.

Only then did she realize the consequences of angering a wild man were severe, "You, you don't come near…"

Ying ignored her, forcefully tore off the Beast Skin from his lower body; seeing this, she became even more terrified, almost crying, "Ying, listen to me, I won't run, don't bully me."

Ying's motion suddenly halted; seeing Nan Qinghuan shivering and trembling, her appearance was pitiful to the extreme.

He recalled the prey he had captured and killed, who, at the moment of death, also looked at him with such fear.

In an instant, most of his anger dissipated, and the thought of mating with her vanished.

This female is still too frail, unable to bear his body daily.

He must nurture her properly.

He put the Beast Skin back on, then took her bag and, in front of Nan Qinghuan, threw it into the Bonfire.

In his view, the bag was her aid for escaping; once burned, she wouldn't be able to run away.

"Don't."