Chapter 4: Chapter Four: Wildman's Den

On the way back, Nan Qinghuan finally realized the situation: this place is the Remote Antiquity Era, and she got lost and traveled back to that ancient time.

Moreover, she was bound to a space that requires her to perform merits to unlock skills; heavens, the man holding her is truly a wildman—did they just make love in the hot spring? Oh god, she doesn't want to live.

Now being held by a wildman, she can't resist; her body is exhausted, and the man's strength is astonishing—he tossed her around until she fainted.

She wants to run a hundred times, but the situation is bad; even if she tries to flee, she must wait for her body to recover, otherwise with her ghostly appearance she'd be caught by the wildman after only a few steps.

When Ying was taking her back, she saw a group of wildmen on the road—yes, a whole group—who were all shorter than that man, gathering in clusters to pick fruit from the trees.

There were men, women, and some children.

Their appearance reshaped her perception; indeed they were ancient wildmen, herd animals that forage together.

None of them had fully evolved; only the man holding her seemed relatively normal, while the others were odd, with large heads and flat noses.

Those wildmen showed great respect to the man; some female wildmen were scantily dressed, like the woman earlier, wearing Beast Skin on the upper body and also around the waist; the two Steamed Buns were well developed, hanging like balloons.

That's so open!

"Look, the Clan Leader brought a female back."

"Ah, indeed, that little slender arm—so the Clan Leader likes tiny females; looks like the Shamaness's big thick legs have no chance."

The crowd chattered about everything, and Nan Qinghuan felt dizzy and headache; she thought she might lose her grip and fall, when Ying suddenly pulled her close and whispered in her ear, his voice carrying a magnetic tone that was oddly pleasant.

"Seen enough?"

Nan Qinghuan: "......"

Her cheeks flushed instantly as her gaze fell on the man's masculine Beast Skin; what was he thinking? She had no mood for this. When she dared not lift her head and even hid her face under Yezi, Ying seemed in a good mood, smiling softly as he pulled her close, "You're too light; you need to eat more, otherwise how can you bear my offspring?"

Offspring? Hearing that made her want to run even more, but with no clothes she could only glare at him while curled up in his arms.

Seeing the small thing in his embrace stop struggling, Ying laughed even more heartily.

In the damp Cave, Ying placed her on a stone, apparently to avoid hurting her; he even laid a whole Tiger Skin beneath her butt, fearing that this tiny, frail female might be damaged.

As they were about to leave, Ying covered her entirely with Beast Skin; Nan Qinghuan, wrapped in the skin, dared not move, her eyes watching Ying warily.

Seeing that she had become much more obedient, Ying was satisfied; he had thought she was a timid female, but she dared to kill a big snake.

Seeing her stare constantly at him, those blue heterochromatic eyes filled with vigilance and disgust, a flash of displeasure crossed his mind but was fleeting.

Those special heterochromatic eyes could actually intimidate a big snake.

"As long as you obey, I will treat you well."

After saying that, Ying prepared to go out; outside the Cave came a hunched female wildman, very short—about one and a half meters tall—wearing rough Beast Skin and barefoot.

She glanced at Nan Qinghuan lying on the stone, her thick eyebrows knit together, "Ying, I heard the Clan members say you brought a female; where did she come from?"