The Cannon-Fodder Villainess Faked Her Death, Her Five Beast Mates Go Wild-Chapter 172: No Wonder

Having read the ending of the original novel, Wen Shu naturally knew this point.

The Divine Tree gradually withered under the erosion of a thousand years, its hollow roots broke and were buried underground.

Only a thin sprout remained, scattered across the Beast World Continent during turmoil due to its special prophetic function.

It was the heroine’s blood that watered it, bringing it back to light.

However, she remembered thinking that the logic was odd when reading the book at the time.

Wen Shu pursed her lips, trying to recall for a few seconds, but due to the time lapse, she had forgotten completely.

Just then, the owner of the wooden house opened the door.

It was a cute male with a tall stature, brown freckles on his face.

Seeing three outstanding-looking, exceptionally charismatic Beastmen appear at his doorstep, his gaze turned blank for two seconds, "You are..."

Wen Shu curved her lips, but before she could speak, Luo Fei stepped forward, standing between her and the male, "Here to rent a place."

His broad back, his eyes trailing lazily across the male, displayed a relaxed yet frightening aura, making the male too intimidated to look up, fearing he might have unwittingly offended some big figure lately.

"Please come in, all of you, please come in."

He welcomed the three inside, hurriedly running to the kitchen to prepare refreshments for hospitality.

Seeing his anxious and fearful demeanor, Wen Shu lightly tugged on Luo Fei in front of her, "What are you doing?"

Examining the wooden house, Luo Fei stopped and looked back at her pretty cheek, "Let me calculate, that Snowy Owl, Snake, and then..."

He raised three fingers, glancing at Wu Xuan suggestively, "I’m barely okay with your deep feelings towards them, but we can’t rule out other dim-eyed ones wanting a few rounds with us."

Wen Shu understood his meaning.

But she had no such intention; having just the two of them already gave her headaches, adding more would leave the house in daily chaos.

Moreover...

She looked up at Wu Xuan, meeting his burning golden eyes before turning her gaze to face Luo Fei’s accusing glare.

When they felt troubled, she felt bad as well.

Wen Shu wanted to comfort them with a few words, but Luo Fei raised his eyebrows, unusually speaking calmly with Wu Xuan, "Don’t deny, I already know about a Rah, do you have someone else?"

Looking at his serious face, seemingly convinced she had something with Rah, Wen Shu thought for a second, feeling guilty for a moment, and quickly disagreed.

"Don’t overthink, there’s no way between me and him."

Her tone was certain, almost without hesitation.

"Oh, really?"

Seeing her eager to explain, a hint of amusement crossed Luo Fei’s eyes, he somewhat believed her.

Unexpectedly, Wu Xuan, on the side, pondered for two seconds and confidently stated an unfamiliar name, "Yining."

Luo Fei’s smile froze for two seconds, calming his breath, he looked down at Wen Shu, lips curving slyly, "So, there indeed is."

He held Wen Shu’s hand, fingers interlocking tightly with hers, "Thought of an explanation? You can speak now."

Palm scorching hot, Wen Shu swallowed, trying to pull back her hand only to be held tighter.

Between their clasped palms, sticky sweat accumulated.

She parted her lips, recalling Yining’s pale and thin face, yet felt her words were too cruel.

Was she too greedy? She could not bear to hurt Yining.

Perhaps, it was his dedication that moved her.

Or perhaps, that final gentle kiss was just too tender, too beautiful...

Wen Shu guilt-ridden, lowered her gaze, glimpsing the wooden house owner serving juice, she murmured like a mosquito, broke free and ran off a few steps.

"Except for him."

Luo Fei didn’t expect she would admit so directly, reaching out to grab her, but only caught air, annoyed, his chest tightening in frustration.

Beside him, Wu Xuan’s face wasn’t much better, but he wasn’t angry; instead, he looked like a self-pitying man who felt abandoned.

"No wonder..."

Luo Fei scoffed disdainfully, "With your attitude towards the females, it’s surprising you still have them! Eventually, ten or more males won’t leave the house, and you just watch from the side like this?"

After his speech, he almost spelled out the phrase ’disappointed’ on Wu Xuan’s face.

Hit to the sore spot, Wu Xuan’s lips paled, his gaze turned to Wen Shu who was smiling brightly, discussing price with the wooden house owner.

"Some people can’t be stopped, as long as Ashu is happy."

Understanding what he said, Luo Fei was stunned on the spot.

He rubbed his ears, suspecting his hearing failed, but seeing Wu Xuan’s golden eyes, with depth so profound they could drown someone, he felt an inexplicable touch in his heart.

This leopard truly loves deeply, putting Wen Shu first in everything, has no principle for her...

No wonder she’s so close to him.

Realizing his thoughts, Luo Fei furrowed his brows tightly.

Of course, he loved the female too, willing to do anything for her, but he was too selfish, unable to be as great as Wu Xuan...

No, he saw this as foolishness.

Luo Fei crossed his arms, hiding sharp hostility, coldly warning, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t want an alliance, but don’t get in my way in the future."

Meanwhile, Wen Shu finished negotiating the price with the wooden house owner, and the transaction was completed that day.

After exchanging the contract, she asked Luo Fei for help in making some medicine, then took a half-height wooden board to start a simple layout plan she envisioned.

By the time the board was filled with lines and boxes, the sky gradually dimmed.

"Ashu, let’s go home for now, we’ll clean up tomorrow."

Inside the quiet wooden house, Wu Xuan sat by the Glazed Lamp, his golden eyes gleaming, too beautiful for anyone to look away.

"Alright."

Wen Shu’s heart stirred slightly, stretching lazily, she leaned directly into Wu Xuan’s arms, waiting for him to awkwardly catch her, then smilingly raised her face, pecking his lips.

"Wu Xuan, what should I do, I really like you?"

She hooked Wu Xuan’s neck, watching his eyes flicker, his prominent Adam’s apple moving a few times, teeth feeling itchy.

With a push of her legs, she hung directly on him, lightly biting, and grinding with her sharp teeth.

Wu Xuan’s breathing grew heavy for two seconds, he felt a tremor spreading from his neck across his whole body, even his scalp felt a tingle.

"A, Ashu..."

He tensed his arm, looking down at Wen Shu.

Seeing her admiring her handiwork, her rosy lips turning crimson and moist, her whole body ignited with bursts of heat.

"Wu Xuan, so beautiful..."

She smiled, lifting her eyelids, her lips parting as if emitting some alluring fragrance, tempting one to bow in capture.

Wu Xuan licked his lips, restraining the urge, but that fragrant lip suddenly moved close to kiss him.

With a gentle touch, Wen Shu felt the pressure on her lips, mischievously backed away, "Shall we go home?"

Her eye corners turned alluringly upward, loosening her arms intending to fall back to the ground.

Realizing her deliberate move, Wu Xuan’s hot breath almost sparked fire.

His arm knocked a carving knife off the table, grabbing tightly onto Wen Shu’s neck, eager to kiss her, pressing her against the tabletop.

Entangled breath, fiery and viscous.

A rough large hand brushed over her back with a force seemingly wishing to meld Wen Shu into his arms, yet restrained unwilling to fall.

The tempestuous kiss was abruptly halted.

Black deep golden eyes, so close, Wu Xuan slowly withdrew, calming his heavy breath.

But Wen Shu could still feel his vast passion.

Understanding she sparked the flame, her gaze dropped, her slender white hand pressed against the firm chest before her, "Wu Xuan..."

The moon hung in thin air.

Wu Xuan’s broad figure completely shielded Wen Shu in his embrace.

He was satisfied, walking steadily towards the residential area.

Recalling the blush spreading at Wen Shu’s eye corners during her loss of control, an overwhelming thirst filled him, thinking there might be a next time, he couldn’t help but ask.

"Ashu, are you satisfied?"

Wen Shu rubbed her wrist, hearing his hoarse voice, heat rose on her cheeks, dizzy as she buried herself in his embrace, unmoving like a quail.

She could have returned early, but Wu Xuan insisted on staying...

He, was just too attentive.