Chapter 8: Yuangu Shoushi 02

The huge wind force blew Ye Xi'an's eyes so she couldn't open them.

When she saw Bao Jing's current appearance, Ye Xi'an curiously reached out to touch.

Smooth feathers overlapped one another, completely wrapping the flesh inside.

Ye Xi'an also thought that if these wings were white, they would surely resemble an angel.

This is fantastic; it hardly looks human at all.

"What are you touching randomly?"

Bao Jing shook his wings; the long-lost feeling made him feel extremely refreshed.

"Later you'd better hold on tight."

"What?"

Before Ye Xi'an could react, Bao Jing grabbed her wrist and flew up with her.

Watching the ground recede farther and farther, Ye Xi'an realized she was flying.

As Bao Jing kept flying northward, Ye Xi'an saw the edge of this ice plain.

That place was a cliff.

Bao Jing changed direction, diving down toward the cliff base at a speed faster than a roller coaster.

Gradually, the ice surface grew smaller and turned into a soaring waterfall.

After an unknown amount of flying time, the two finally reached the ground.

Gazing at the towering green trees before her and various strange plants, Ye Xi'an became somewhat entranced.

This place has an unpolluted feel; no wonder it's called Yuangu Shoushi—it truly lives up to its ancient name.

Ye Xi'an pointed at the nearby waterfall: "Can this water be used for bathing?"

"You? Bathing?"

Bao Jing wore an expression of having encountered something strange, as if Ye Xi'an taking a bath were incredibly shocking.

"Hey! What's with that look?"

Bao Jing retracted his wings, put his vest back on, and said: "You said before you'd never bathe, even if you died, right?"

He originally didn't believe it, but Ye Xi'an's two-month-long refusal to bathe completely convinced him.

Turns out someone really can go that long without bathing.

Ye Xi'an knew it was again the Original Owner's fault: "I regret it, okay?"

"Just tell me if this water can be used for washing."

"Of course it can."

As Ye Xi'an bathed, his eyes and nose could also enjoy the pleasure.

"Then go over there, don't look at me."

"Tsk!"

Bao Jing rolled his eyes: "Who would want to look at you."

But he still went to the other side as Ye Xi'an said.

After Bao Jing was out of sight, Ye Xi'an quickly took off her foul-smelling clothes and soaked them in a stone crevice.

She herself sat on a stone by the stream, carefully extending a foot to test the water temperature.

It wasn't icy, just a bit cool, within an acceptable range.

Ye Xi'an hesitated no longer, leaping into the water to wash off the mud on her body.

The grime on her skin washed off easily with a good scrub, but her hair was tightly knotted and couldn't be combed out.

Ye Xi'an sat in the water, head lowered, her face hidden by her hair turning red with anxiety.

Just then, a broad, slender hand suddenly appeared before Ye Xi'an's eyes, holding two soap pods.

Ye Xi'an thought it was Bao Jing and reached for the soap pods, but when the man spoke, she realized something was off.

"You can try this."

The man's voice was soft and gentle, warm and moist with a hint of wildness—definitely not Bao Jing.

"Ah—"

Ye Xi'an hastily shoved her hair behind her head, wrapped her arms around her body, trying to hide.

Unexpectedly, the stones in the stream were covered in moss; in her panic she slipped and fell straight into a stranger's embrace.

And when Bao Jing heard Ye Xi'an's cry and rushed over, this is what he saw.

A completely naked, stunningly beautiful snow-white female was held in the arms of a tall male, the two gazing at each other with affection.

He hadn't realized that the snow-white female was Ye Xi'an; fearing she might be in danger, he didn't dare disturb their intimate moment.

Bao Jing walked up impatiently, patted the tall male's shoulder, and said: "Excuse me, did you just see a filthy, ugly, stinky female bathing here?"

The female lying in the male's arms:???

Could the filthy, stinky female they're talking about be her?

But it's clearly referring to her.

Although she wasn't pleased with Bao Jing's description, she was still grateful he showed up at this moment.

She scrambled out of the male's arms, clung to Bao Jing's clothes, hid behind him, and said: "Husband, I'm scared."

It seemed like a person over there; she really was afraid.

That soft, tender "husband" gave Bao Jing goosebumps.

Who is this person!

He grabbed the soft female behind him with no gentleness: "Who are you! Who are you calling husband!"

If Ye Xi'an's petty, narrow-minded female self found out he was being called husband by someone else, she'd surely beat him to death.

Ye Xi'an blinked her innocent cat eyes: "I'm Ye Xi'an—what else should I call you if not my husband?"

"What!"

Hearing the female across from him call herself Ye Xi'an, Bao Jing's jaw almost dropped to the ground.

The female before him opened her round, glossy eyes; her violet pupils revealed a purity untouched by the world, her skin a warm white with a faint flush, her lips plump and pink, and she was still naked.

Bao Jing quickly turned his head, thinking this female had nothing to do with Ye Xi'an.

"Are you mistaken? I don't know you."

Ye Xi'an realized, it turned out Bao Jing hadn't recognized her.

"No mistake—first let go of my hand, okay?"

Ye Xi'an bit her lip, her face red enough to bleed: "I haven't put on clothes yet."

Only then did Bao Jing realize he was still gripping the female's wrist, and he hastily let go.

Ye Xi'an gained freedom, covered her chest and ran to the stone, slipping on the clothes that had been soaking inside.

Although they were wet, it was still better than being naked.

With her body no longer exposed, Ye Xi'an finally dared to look at just what sort of thing the man from earlier was.

She stood beside Bao Jing, looking at the man still sitting on the ground, maintaining an embrace pose, and Ye Xi'an noticed a pair of brown wolf ears on his head.

He was a beastman.

She was terrified, having thought he was human.

Ye Xi'an extended her scallion-white forefinger and poked Bao Jing's firm arm: "Bao Jing, he's a beastman like you, right?"

Bao Jing nodded uncomfortably, not expecting the female before him to really be Ye Xi'an.

Although he found it hard to believe, the female's voice and clothing left no doubt that it was indeed her.

Since she's so beautiful, why did she earlier make herself look like that? Just to mess with the four of them?

Ye Xi'an was indeed perverted.

The beastman noticed Ye Xi'an's gaze, thinking she was interested in him, and immediately tore off his beast pelt to show off his assets to the female.

Bao Jing, originally stunned by Ye Xi'an's beauty, didn't know where to look; his gaze instantly turned sharp as he reached out to cover her eyes.

The male's palm was broad; with that cover, even Ye Xi'an's face could not be seen.

(End of chapter)