Chapter 681: I Will Listen

Returning to the tent, Teng Qian opened the Beastfolk bao guo, inside which a dozen stalks of immortal crane grass sprouts were haphazardly placed.

Wu Yue reached out and took two stalks, closed her eyes and sat quietly, but in fact she was contacting Tongzi in the system space: "These are two stalks of immortal crane grass sprouts, thanks to the hardworking, cute and handsome Tongzi for helping dry them~"

Wu Yue, sitting on the beast‑skin mat, twitched her nose slightly and suddenly caught a faint scent of blood.

She lifted her head and glanced at the faces of the three people before her, finally settling on Yuan Lang, whose complexion was pallid and stern.

Wu Yue straightened her back slightly and asked softly: "Where are you hurt?"

The tent fell silent until Teng Qian and Teng Kun quietly withdrew; then the beastfolk spoke, his voice hoarse with a hint of restraint, sounding somewhat alluring in the slightly cramped tent.

"It's just a scrape from a snake's fang, nothing serious."

Wu Yue leaned forward, getting closer to him: "Let me take a look, I'll tend to it."

The beastfolk shook his head, about to refuse, but his body swayed slightly, as if he could no longer hold out and went limp.

Wu Yue quickly rose and helped him over to the beast‑skin mat where she herself slept.

The beastfolk's crow‑feather‑like eyelashes fluttered: "I'm fine, just a minor wound."

Wu Yue pressed her lips together, a faint anger flashing in her expression: "Shut up."

The beastfolk's dark eyes widened slightly, as if he hadn't expected the usually good‑tempered little female to suddenly reveal her sharp little fangs.

She reached out and removed the beastfolk's clothing, revealing his ferocious wound at the waist, already slightly infected, the blood soaking his waist and abdomen, staining a large area red.

Her scallion‑section‑like snow‑white slender fingers busied themselves at the wound on her abdomen; the contrast of the two skin tones inexplicably made him feel hot, his Adam's apple rolling as he tried to moisten his dry throat with the little bit of liquid left in his mouth.

Her soft little hand rubbed back and forth over his waist and abdomen, igniting a fire in his chest.

This was completely different from before he came to this world; regarding Yue's touch, he felt no aversion at all, and even secretly hoped she would touch him more.

The beastfolk's firm waist and abdomen rose and fell slightly with his breath, the clear definition of his abdominal muscles making Wu Yue's ear tips warm as she tended to the wound.

After treating the wound, she applied medicine and bandaged it.

Wu Yue then took out the detox pill she had previously exchanged from the system and shoved it into the beastfolk's mouth: "Swallow it."

Seeing her icy cold face, Yuan Lang's inner fire seemed doused by a basin of icy water, and he obediently swallowed the pill, which was slightly bitter.

His crow‑feather‑like long lashes trembled slightly; at this moment the beastfolk actually seemed to carry a hint of obedience.

Wu Yue rubbed her temples, wondering if she was lacking rest, to actually think of the word 'obedient' to describe that cold, towering, combat‑power‑off‑the‑charts beastfolk.

"The herbs have already been processed; the powder will be given to our clanspeople first."

Speaking, Wu Yue placed the blood‑stained cloth in her hand into a small basket, then turned her head to look at the beastfolk staring intently at her.

Her fair little face flushed slightly under the beastfolk's focused, fiery gaze.

Seeing that he had no intention of looking away, she stepped forward, a little annoyed, and covered his eyes with her hand: "What are you staring at? It's not like you haven't seen me before. If you dare hide things from me again with your hands, I'll never care for you again."

Her voice carried a rare softness, making Yuan Lang's heart go completely soft; he agreed readily, and affectionately ruffled her somewhat messy long hair with his big hand: "Mm, I'll listen."