Chapter 3: Still Want Another Golden Finger?

In the brief silence, Mo Lie's blue eyes grew colder, his fingers gradually tightened, almost driving the iron whip's spikes into his palm.

Still not satisfied…?

"Mo Lie, quickly throw this away."

Lin Manzhi saw the atmosphere almost suffocating, fearing he might do something irreversible, she gathered courage, rose from the bed, walked to him, extended her hand to take the iron whip from Mo Lie's hand, then swiftly threw it aside.

After pulling her hand back, goosebumps rose on her skin, feeling as if something dirty had stained her hands, she patted them repeatedly.

Mo Lie lifted his gaze to her.

Lin Manzhi instinctively gave him a faint smile.

She had just been feeling sad about her transmigration, but Mo Lie's recent action scared all that away.

Lin Manzhi pointed to the bed beside her, turned her head to Mo Lie still kneeling at the bedside, and spoke rapidly:

"It's just that I didn't prepare breakfast, it's not a big deal at all. You're not feeling well, are you? Get up and lie down quickly; from now on you don't need to keep kneeling."

Mo Lie paused.

Females are always fickle; it's very likely she's teasing him, and once he obediently rises, he may face increasingly terrifying treatment.

But… what does it matter?

Mo Lie gave a bitter smile inwardly; his life, due to Spirit Core loss collapse, had been cut short by a hundred years, and now he has only about five years left.

Even if it's teasing, it merely adds a bit more pain to this body.

Lin Manzhi's mind was in a tangle, not yet sorted; seeing Mo Lie, a wounded person, still kneeling, she involuntarily rose, reached out to pull him, and said while doing so: "I'm really not angry, hurry up and come lie on the bed."

She grabbed his forearm and pulled down; the skin under her hand was cold, she felt his muscles twitch beneath her palm, and seeing that, she immediately let go.

Mo Lie lowered his eyelashes, his tone flat: "Yes, Wife Master."

He furrowed his brows, propped himself up and rose slowly, his steps tentative as he walked toward the bedside; he lay back on the bed with extremely light movements, his body tense, always ready for the Wife Master to suddenly attack.

His fixed stare at his own blue eyes made his complexion appear even paler, prompting Lin Manzhi to recall his current state, inevitably drawing her into reminiscence.

In the novel it says female pheromone can heal male beasts' Spirit Cores?

There, contact with the male beast's skin can release pheromone toward him; the effect may not match intimacy, but it cannot be said to have no effect.

From his reaction when she just pulled his arm, perhaps she could try using her own pheromone to treat his Spirit Core.

According to the novel's trope, all female-incurable Spirit Core collapses here, but her pheromone as a transmigrator can definitely heal it!

Lin Manzhi's eyes lit up; she sat back on the bedside and quietly reached out toward the hand Mo Lie had placed at his side.

At the point where their fingertips touched, the female-exclusive invisible pheromone surged swiftly into the male beast's Spirit Core.

Gray, broken, like spiderweb cracks, yet retaining the beast's speed, the male beast's spiritual threads, like spiderweb trapping prey, tightly wrapped that strand of pheromone.

Futile, the female pheromone silently slipped through the black panther male beast's Spirit Core.

Mo Lie had just forced movement; the female pheromone's stimulation hadn't subsided, now it intensified the Spirit Core's spiritual fluctuations; as he lay down, pain blurred his vision, and he saw the female's outstretched hand grabbing his fingers.

Is this, finally losing control, wanting to punish him by striking him?

He clenched his teeth, biting his lower lip until a blood mark appeared, struggling to maintain rationality, forcibly keeping himself completely still.

Pain, pleasure, pain, pain.

Lin Manzhi silently wanted to treat him, while recalling the original book's setting.

After Spirit Core damage, it leaves the male beast in constant bodily pain.

At this moment, because their hands were in contact, the pheromone of recognizing the Wife Master merged and flowed, causing the Spirit Core at the male beast's nape to grow warm.

This should ease him a bit, right?

Mo Lie said nothing.

The female pheromone near the Wife Master made the collapsing Spirit Core become restless, causing those downcast sapphire eyes to gradually turn crimson.

Female pheromone?

That only soothes when the male beast's Spirit Core is intact; only after long-term intimate contact can it gradually restore the male beast's spiritual power to normal.

Now it has lost its effect on him.

The faint pheromone that came from Lin Manzhi's side in the morning gently gave him a slight relief.

At this moment her grassy pheromone was intense, like a mirage seen by a dying, water‑starved beastfolk in the desert, and like a feather brushing past; the beast's agonizing pain had its attention diverted by the male beast's instinct, but once she left this pheromone, the pain grew even worse.

Females always enjoy tormenting violent male beasts with damaged Spirit Cores, humiliating them, wanting them to crawl kneeling in misery begging for mercy, craving that bit of pheromone for healing.

Mo Lie's gaze grew colder.

He shouldn't harbor fantasies about his 'Wife Master'; with his Spirit Core ruined, he has lost martial power and status—how could a female feel pity for a cripple like him?

Although his body was in extreme pain, Mo Lie's expression showed nothing amiss; he merely closed his eyes in misery, enduring the intense pain that numbed his body.

Lin Manzhi had been observing in the dark.

Mo Lie endured too well; the male beast's half‑body muscles tensed into a perfect arc, lying flat there, his dark, messy hair somewhat long, just enough to conceal his brows and eyes, making it hard to read his emotions.

Only when she noticed an almost imperceptible tremor in his tensed fingers did she infer his condition and the treatment's effect, and immediately withdrew the hand that had been in contact with Mo Lie.

Oh no! Oh no!

Probably there was no therapeutic effect at all, and it looks like his pain has become even more severe.

She, she seems to have offended him.

Lin Manzhi meant well but did harm, and she panicked terribly.

Is the punishment over? Mo Lie endured the pain and turned his head aside, not wanting to reveal his weak side.

Lin Manzhi watched Mo Lie turn his head away; at this moment she felt extreme regret, wanting to slap herself, letting you imagine giving her a golden finger.

Her current behavior is just like that of a smiling green tea who says "it's fine, it's fine" while striking harder each time.

Mo Lie is not a tamed beast husband of the Beast World; he can hold a grudge.

He will take revenge, he might even kill females…

Lin Manzhi's mind went numb; regardless of whether Mo Lie believes it, she must say it wasn't intentional, and must not let hatred increase for no reason.

"Just now, I was trying to see if I could heal you; I had no ill intentions at all," Lin Manzhi said, explaining.

Mo Lie's blue eyes, wincing in pain, flashed with a hint of surprise upon hearing it.

I hadn't expected the other to say that.