Chapter 56: The Rough Man Gives a Pig Ear as a Token of Love

A Yue turned her face away, a little helpless, "Because you left, Ying won't be so attached to you, Nan Qinghuan; you don't belong to the Ying Tribe."

After saying that, A Yue turned and began to leave; after a few steps she suddenly turned her head toward Nan Qinghuan, her gaze genuinely sincere, "This is your only chance—whether you run is up to you."

As A Yue had just stepped out, the sound of Bronze Drums rang from outside, "Everyone, come quick! Ying has hit a wild boar!"

Outside, tribe members gradually ran out of the Cave, and joyful shouts echoed through the mountains.

"Qinghuan, hurry out; look, Ying caught a huge pig!"

Axi rushed toward the Cave, and when she saw A Yue, her cheeks puffed, "Hm."

A Yue ignored her, and then Nan Qinghuan hurried out with Axi; when she saw Ying approaching from not far away, carrying a massive wild boar, she was completely stunned.

No way, that big? What did that ancient boar eat to grow so huge? It must be about a thousand jin! "Om, do you think Ying is amazing?"

Ying stood before the boar, proud like a hero returning from battle; he also saw Nan Qinghuan not far away, feeling pleased, waved at her, "Huaner, come quickly."

Nan Qinghuan glanced at A Yue standing there, then hurriedly went up to greet Axi.

"Ying, such a huge wild boar?"

"Om, you don't know, we've been watching this pig for a long time, but it never fell for us; this time we only caught it thanks to the trap Ying set."

"Indeed, Ying is our Tribe's great hero; with Ying around, we won't go hungry."

The crowd kept shouting Ying's name, while Ying looked at Nan Qinghuan and smiled broadly, "Huaner, I'll give you the best pig."

"Pig ear?"

After speaking, Ying instantly drew a stone knife and cut off a pig ear as big as her head; blood gushed, and he held it in his hand, believing it was the best gift he could give Nan Qinghuan.

He desperately wanted to keep her, to let her live the life she desired.

"Huaner, for you."

"Om, why are you hesitating? Take it, this is Ying's hunting gift; they say this ear is tasty. Giving the ear signifies Ying's feelings for you."

"Heart?"

"Yes, sister Qinghuan, you should accept it quickly."

Nan Qinghuan saw Ying looking at her expectantly; she recalled what she had just said to A Yue, feeling conflicted and torn, at a loss for words.

She couldn't betray Ying's heart, so… "I'll decline the ear; let's share it with everyone. Ying, did your arm get injured?"

Seeing her refuse, Ying's expression darkened; he is a man of his word, and the others, frightened, dared not speak. Axi tugged at Nan Qinghuan's sleeve, "Qinghuan, you can't refuse; this is Ying's exclusive affection for you. Accept it, or he'll be angry."

"This…"

Reluctantly, she reached out and took the enormous pig ear, "I'll take it; are you happy now?"

"Hehe…"

Ying suddenly burst into a bright laugh, laughing like a child.

"Now that's obedient."

Ying suddenly grabbed her, "Let's go back to the Cave, Dashan, Ji Lei, clean up this wild boar, and tonight bring out the Fruit Wine; the whole Tribe will eat Roasted Meat to celebrate the harvest."

"Great, we have Roasted Meat to eat."

The tribe cheered wildly at the prospect of meat, but Ying lifted Nan Qinghuan into the Cave; when he saw traces of outsiders, his expression changed, and he abruptly placed Nan Qinghuan on the ground, his face grim, "Who came?"

Nan Qinghuan's heart tightened; "What the— this man must be a detective, how does he know someone was here?" "Who do you mean came?"

Ying, seeing she wouldn't speak, pointed to footprints not far away, "Those are human."

She finally breathed a sigh of relief, hurried to Ying's side and whispered, "It was A Mu and the women of the Tribe who came."

Now that she mentioned women, Ying understood she meant females; she must change him, not herself.

"What did they come to the Cave for?"

Nan Qinghuan quickly fetched a candle, placed it by the Bonfire and gently lit it; after lighting, she waved it, "Look, this is a new candle I made for the Tribe; the Bonfire can't illuminate the whole Cave, and it's too hot in summer, so this candle is perfect."

On his way back, Ying had already heard Dashan say that Qinghuan had made a treasure called a candle; henceforth the Cave will always have light.

He felt delighted, grabbed her and let her sit on his lap; the pose was a bit awkward, and Nan Qinghuan knew her skirt was too revealing, which would arouse Ying.

She quickly struggled, "You just came back, stop fussing; your arm is bleeding, shall I treat it for you?"

She said she would go fetch Yunnan White Medicine; seeing her shy, Ying stopped teasing. They had struggled a long time last night; he truly worried Huaner might not endure, and he could endure for her.

Soon, Nan Qinghuan found the medicine, squatted beside Ying, carefully applying it; Ying felt desire flare upon seeing her.

"Huaner, it's unnecessary; this small wound is fine."

"How can it be fine? Look at where you're still uninjured. Don't move."

When Nan Qinghuan got angry, Ying finally stopped fidgeting and obediently stared at her while she applied the medicine. Soon after she finished, she looked at Ying's beard, thought, since he's leaving, she'll tend to him once, as repayment for his saving her.

In truth, Ying is quite handsome; his wildness leaves him unkempt. His gaze is deep, features are sharp; with proper grooming, he'd be a handsome man.

"Look at you, your beard has grown; you were already good‑looking. Ying, shall I shave your beard for you?"

"Beard?"

He only then realized the hair on his mouth was called a beard; he touched it thoughtfully, furrowed his brows, "If Huaner thinks the beard makes you uncomfortable, then don't have it."

In the Cave, candlelight flickered gently; after Nan Qinghuan shaved Ying with a Fruit Knife, a male god appeared!

He was already tall and mighty; now shaved, his features were even more defined, and even without fine clothing his handsomeness couldn't be hidden.

"I never thought you'd look this handsome after shaving; if you debuted now you'd be at your peak, no need for those little fresh‑meat guys."

Nan Qinghuan stood up, polishing the Fruit Knife while praising, then turned to fetch a makeup mirror to show herself; unexpectedly, Ying suddenly grabbed her from behind, "Huaner, do you think I'm good‑looking?"

He didn't understand her words, but he knew she was saying he looked good.

Nan Qinghuan's body stiffened, about to turn and speak, but Ying, excited, lifted her up, "I'll take you somewhere; you'll definitely like it."

"Hey, put me down; where are you taking me?"