Chapter 165: Are You Lusting After My Beauty?

She let out a light hum, climbed onto the back of the Flying Eagle Beastfolk, and sat down steadily.

She then looked smugly at Yuan Lang and said, "How is it? Isn't it... huh huh huh!"

Before her words even finished, she felt the area beneath her buttocks was extremely smooth, giving her a feeling like sliding down a slide as a child.

Yuan Lang chuckled lightly, stepped forward, and with his ape-like arms pulled her into his embrace; shifting his weight, he sat steadily on the back of the Flying Eagle Tribe Beastfolk.

Sitting in Yuan Lang's embrace, Wu Yue felt a hot flush on her face: "Did you grow thorns on your butt?"

Sitting so steadily!

Yuan Lang tightened his grip on her waist, his back slightly curving, his deep-set handsome face leaning close to her ear as he chuckled, "Want to feel it?"

Wu Yue raised her hand to rub her slightly numb ears, gave a sideways glance, and said, "Feel what?"

Yuan Lang's voice carried a hint of teasing: "Feel if I've grown thorns on my butt, huh?"

Wuyue: Damn... what's your lower limit?

Yuan Lang looked puzzled: "Filling?"

What kind of filling is that?

He only remembered fillings made from red bean, mung bean, and various flowers, and this was the first time he'd heard of down filling.

Could it be something only found in the little female's hometown?

Knowing the beastfolk wouldn't understand, Wu Yue let out a cold snort and turned her head away.

Yuan Lang's chest was broad and hot; sitting in his embrace, it felt as if her whole body were wrapped up.

Once the beastfolk were all seated, the Flying Eagle Tribe Beastfolk let out a happy cry and surged toward the sky.

After passing through layer upon layer of canopy, about ten or so minutes later the beastfolk finally saw the vast sky.

Gazing at the long-missed blue sky and sun, Wu Yue couldn't help but take a big breath, feeling free.

"You seem quite happy?" The little female's joy in his arms was undisguised, and Yuan Lang couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

Wu Yue nodded: "In the forest you can't see the sky or sun, always feeling a bit stifled, and this flying feeling is actually not bad."

Yuan Lang once again held her tighter, chuckling, "Then when I can fly, how about I often take you flying?"

Wu Yue also didn't know what she was thinking, and directly said, "Take me to show off, take me flying?"

You, a wingless blockhead, is it really okay to brag like that?

Yuan Lang:...

So little female, you're doubting this general?

Wu Yue only felt her waist tighten, as if she were being turned by the beastfolk's arm behind her, and instantly they were face to face.

"You were just doubting me?"

Wu Yue, however, did not answer his question, but instead focused on his handsome, well-defined face, her brows slightly furrowed.

Yuan Lang's gaze deepened, the corners of his mouth lifting in a pleasing arc—was the little female being bewitched by his beauty?

"Is it nice-looking?"

Wu Yue honestly nodded: "It's quite good-looking, but..."

She said seriously: "Do you have any designs on me?"

To be honest, I feel you're always flirting with me, but I have no evidence.

Yuan Lang: "Oh? What kind of designs are you talking about?"

I have too many designs on you!

The beastfolk's inner thoughts were practically itching to fly, but the little female opposite couldn't hear them.

Wu Yue gave him a doubtful look: "Are you lusting after my beauty?"

The arc of Yuan Lang's mouth instantly stiffened, then he gazed deeply at her: "Have you washed your face these days?"

Wuyue:...

I'm asking you serious matters, and you ask me if I've washed up—can't you be more serious?