Chapter 59: The Totem That Now Belongs to Him Alone

"Chief, we just shook off Ying's people, let's go quickly, the warriors of the Ying Tribe are nearby, if we're late it'll be too late."

"What is that female's name?"

That subordinate was instantly bewildered, "Chief, what did you say?"

Inside the Cave, when Nan Qinghuan was brought back, Ying instantly pounced on her, his mouth kissing her everywhere, "Still running, I'll break your legs."

"Ying, calm down a little, I won't run anymore, this time it's true, I really..."

When she noticed the desire in Ying's eyes growing stronger and stronger, she was terrified and kept trying to struggle, but Ying gave her no chance this time; seeing that frightening thing, she trembled so much she couldn't even speak clearly.

"Don't, don't be like this..."

Pain!

A man's roar came from inside the Cave, and the tribespeople outside dared not linger there; everyone knew what was happening inside, and now Omu was in for a bitter time.

After everyone left, in the bushes not far away there was a pair of jealous eyes; she glared fiercely in the direction of the Cave and couldn't help spitting, "Truly useless, can't even escape from this."

"A Yue, Nan Qinghuan has been caught back by Ying, are you very disappointed?"

A Yue was startled, turned her head and looked around warily, "Who?"

Early the next morning, when Nan Qinghuan opened her eyes again, she was actually... in Ying's arms.

Ying had her encircled in his arms, sleeping deeply; thinking of everything from last night, she surprisingly didn't feel wronged or embarrassed; right, before yesterday she had still wanted to escape, but yesterday on the cliff when Ying was being tortured by that Rongdi he still refused to let go; this man was willing to risk his life to save her, with what could she repay such deep devotion? So... since she couldn't go back, she might as well stay here properly and lead the tribespeople to prosperity through hard work.

She suddenly felt that finding a wild man to be her man didn't seem so bad either; life here was much harder than in modern times, but what did she have to fear, with her space in hand she had everything in the world, and everything she wanted could be realized in this Tribe.

Thinking of these things, her mood instantly brightened, as if she had convinced herself; she prepared to get up without disturbing his rest, but suddenly.

Hiss... she found her shoulder very sore, and upon closer look it was actually a bright red Totem that looked like some kind of talisman; when was this carved? She wanted to get up and take a look, but unexpectedly, Ying suddenly turned over and pressed her beneath him; the two met eyes, and his cold, clear eyes locked onto her every move; when he thought she had just wanted to escape again, his eyes instantly burned with fury, and the words he spoke were as cold as ice.

"Still want to escape?"

Nan Qinghuan knew he had misunderstood and kept shaking her head, "I won't escape anymore, this time I won't ever escape again, your hand is injured, let me get medicine for you..."

Ying indeed let her go; Nan Qinghuan thought she was fine now, but unexpectedly Ying gave a gloomy warning from behind her, "You can't escape anymore, the Totem on your shoulder is the mark of me, Ying; from now on no matter where you go, those tribespeople will all know you are my female; Nan Qinghuan, in this life you cannot leave me, cannot leave the Tribe."

Hearing these words, Nan Qinghuan was unexpectedly calm this time; she had already figured it out yesterday when she was about to fall—if she could really survive, she would never escape again.

"Ying, I swear I will never escape again."

She turned and walked to Ying's side; seeing his face full of disbelief, she gently sat on one of his legs, her hands hooking around his neck; she knew that for a man this was showing goodwill, and also a very useful way of acting coy.

"Ying, I know you don't believe my words; yesterday when I fell off the cliff you came to save me, I told you to let go and you didn't, in that moment I suddenly understood."

Ying was somewhat surprised to see her take the initiative to show goodwill like this, but he still didn't believe Nan Qinghuan would stop running, "You're speaking the truth?"

"It's the truth, truer than real gold; Ying, I'll stay and accompany you to strengthen the Tribe together, let the tribespeople all live the good life of the outside world, do you believe me?"

Ying's breathing was rapid but he looked at her without moving; Nan Qinghuan grew anxious, she had no experience dating boyfriends, and didn't know how to make a man happy, especially since this man was a wild man whose thinking was completely different from hers; what should she do to make him believe she wouldn't run? Ying's gaze was sharp as he stared at her, seemingly enjoying her closeness; Qinghuan had never actively drawn close to him before—she feared him, dreaded him, loathed him.

"Ying..."

Nan Qinghuan saw he still wouldn't speak; she gathered the courage of a lifetime, gently closed her eyes, and kissed his lips; in an instant, Ying felt his body grow very hot, as if her lips had a fatal attraction.

Nan Qinghuan had never been in a relationship, and she didn't know how to coax Ying into happiness, but she instinctively smiled at him, clumsily biting her lips and pressing close to him; though Ying was a wild man, he was very clean.

His body had no unpleasant smell either, and on the contrary even had a fresh fragrance.

Facing Nan Qinghuan's initiative to show goodwill, he was very happy, "Mmm..."

Having smelled the fragrance on her body, the two held each other tightly; he wanted her to never be able to leave him.

Nan Qinghuan was held tightly by Ying, the two embracing sleeplessly.

Sensing her beside him, Ying's heart was very satisfied; he gently kissed her, reached out and lightly pinched her small chin, and asked with unsteady breath, "Huaner, you really won't escape anymore?"

Nan Qinghuan reached out and gently stroked his handsome features, her slender fingertips tracing across his brow and his high nose bridge, which made Ying exhale comfortably.

The way she looked at him had also changed from former loathing to present fondness; she suddenly felt that she had never realized before, never realized how important this man was to her? When she saw him desperately saving her, in that moment she understood: if they could still live, she would definitely cherish him well, love him, and help him change everything barren here.

"I won't escape anymore; for my sake you didn't even care about your life, what reason would I, Nan Qinghuan, have to not want you?"

Even if he was a wild man she accepted it; in this life they were bound together, inseparable in life and death; next she needed to settle her heart and accomplish something great in this Remote Antiquity Era!

"Huaner..."

Ying was incredibly excited and overjoyed; he had waited so long and finally waited until Huaner was willing to stay here of her own accord; a happy smile hung at the corner of his mouth as he carefully planted light kisses on her brow and high nose bridge, and was just about to pounce on her and play for a while, when suddenly, Dashan's anxious voice came from outside, "Clan Leader, it's bad, the bridge to the Otherworld has been washed away by the flood, the tribespeople can't cross, there's no way to trade things anymore."

Hearing Dashan's words, a look of worry instantly flashed across Ying's face; he gently stroked Nan Qinghuan's face with both hands, "Huaner, you stay in the Cave first, I'll go check the bridge."

"Ying, I'll go with you to take a look."

Ying frowned, somewhat puzzled, "Huaner, you want to go see the bridge?"