Chapter 8: The Body Is Too Frail

Ying held her tightly, rubbing his chin beard back and forth across her fair shoulder, sending waves of strange sensations; she tried to push him away but it was futile.

After a few struggles, she could not resist and gave in.

Ying saw she stopped struggling, and instead of teasing her, he simply held her against a jade stone behind him; he seemed a little tired, his eyes half‑closed as he rested.

Seeing that he was resting and not bothering her, Nan Qinghuan finally breathed a sigh of relief; she couldn't help glancing at the wild man a few more times—his chin was covered in beard, clearly never shaved, but fortunately it wasn't too thick and not unsightly.

The man had a pair of dense eyebrows, a pair of bright, spirited eyes, and a high, straight nose—much more handsome than those tribe members.

It turned out the knowledge she had learned before was somewhat one‑sided; who says primitive wild men are all ugly with pointed snouts and monkey faces? This one before her was an exception.

Seemingly sensing being stared at, Ying suddenly opened those large eyes, saw the female before him looking at him, and smiled low, "Pretty?"

Nan Qinghuan: "……"

The wild man even knew the word "pretty"? Seeing she stayed silent, Ying asked again, "Female, what's your name?"

Ying only then remembered he hadn't asked the female's name.

Nan Qinghuan turned her face away, "I'm Nan Qinghuan."

"Qinghuan?"

Ying mumbled, chewing over the unique name, seeming to think it was the most pleasant he'd heard, "I'm Ying, remember that."

"Ying?"

Nan Qinghuan knit her brows—what a weird name? She was about to ask something else when she suddenly felt an unfamiliar object approaching from beneath; she became a bit frightened and tried to curl back, but Ying twisted his brow and wouldn't let her go. This time, however, he seemed to consider her body, his movements were much gentler; Nan Qinghuan couldn't escape and could only passively endure; by the time he finished, she had already fainted.

Ying exhaled contentedly, his large, rough‑textured hand gently stroking Nan Qinghuan's palm‑sized face. His gaze never left that face, wondering how such a beautiful female could exist, where she came from, and how someone so frail could bear his offspring. After Nan Qinghuan was brought back, Ying left. When she regained consciousness, she opened her eyes and sat up; the fever had subsided and her body was gradually recovering. Seeing the marks Ying had left on her, she cursed him countless times in her mind. Now her body felt better, and she thought of a way to escape, lest she become the wild men's breeding tool—how could she accept that? During this time she also gathered some clues from the space: this place is called Ying Tribe; thousands of years ago in antiquity, the tribe housed a few hundred wild men who lived communally. As the newly appointed Tribe Leader, Ying alone had the right and qualification to live alone in a Cave.

Ying has a mother named Lei, who is also called A Mu.

This is a Cave, extremely simple; looking around there is only a Stone Bed and a few stone stools—no amount of poverty can describe how plain it is.

The wild men here have already mastered the method of drilling wood to make fire and can craft simple hunting tools; they live by hunting and gathering fruit, and all food is allocated by Ying, including women, which they refer to as females.

Women are relatively few in the tribe, making the distribution uneven, so several men share one woman—polygynous arrangements exist here. Moreover, men can fight to obtain the right to mate with a woman; like beasts, only the strong can claim a female and the right to produce offspring.

Ying is already sixteen, an adult; he enjoys great prestige in the tribe. He can kill beasts, his archery is extremely accurate, and he also knows some Tunshu skills, earning the tribe's admiration. Thus, although the tribe is small, other tribes dare not raid it because of Ying's presence.

In other words, the wild man Ying who seized her is the ruler here.

The tribe is very poor; food and clothing remain at the most primitive stage. She got lost, fell ill with blood diarrhea, and that's why she ended up in this cursed place.

She felt the bundle inside her pack; fortunately, survival tools were all there—a small knife, a lighter, nylon rope, and a first‑aid kit.

These items could help her escape; if she didn't run now, she would truly become the wild men's breeding tool.

While she was daydreaming, outside Axi slowly approached; seeing that she had awakened and was still wearing such a beautiful Beast Skin, Axi's eyes sparkled.

"Ying's female, you're awake?"