The Villainess Wants a Divorce:Beast Husbands Regret It to Tears-Chapter 29: Was It Because of That Kiss?
Seraphina Caldwell couldn’t help but murmur to herself.
Logically speaking, it wasn’t the usual mating season for the Beastkin yet, so why was he showing these symptoms?
Could it be...
Because of the rapid advancement of his level, causing an energy imbalance, and thus triggering the mating response ahead of time?
She recalled the knowledge she heard from her elders before.
Beastkin males experience intense fluctuations of Spiritual Power at critical moments of breakthrough, which can easily spiral out of control.
If they are already in a sensitive emotional period or nearing their physiological cycle, it’s highly likely that they will be unable to suppress their primitive instincts.
And Wyatt Yardley was about to enter the mating season.
Now, having just gone through a sudden advancement, it’s no wonder his state was so unstable.
Though Wyatt was still in a mating state at the moment, he forcibly maintained his rationality.
He proceeded steadily while holding Seraphina, focusing almost all of his attention on the little female in his arms.
As he watched her, he unconsciously slowed the pace of his tail’s slithering, fearing that any jostle would disturb her.
Additionally, the arm wrapped around her waist and back unknowingly tightened a bit.
Suddenly, the tip of his serpent tail inadvertently bumped against a protruding hard stone.
His tail slipped, causing his entire body to lose balance momentarily.
Wyatt let out a low growl, immediately adjusted his center of gravity, and stabilized himself.
Yet that brief wobble made Seraphina instinctively respond.
She suddenly stretched her hand, tightly hugging his neck, pressing herself even closer.
"Sorry."
Wyatt’s voice was slightly hoarse.
"The ground has too many stones, I didn’t pay attention underfoot, I scared you."
"The terrain here is too uneven, full of pits and depressions. Hold tight, don’t let yourself fall accidentally."
Seraphina looked down at his words, nodded silently, and gently encircled his neck with her hands.
At that moment, the Beast Husbands walking behind fell into a moment of silence.
Gideon Larkin widened his eyes, a mysterious agitation surging from his heart.
If Wyatt hadn’t suddenly lost control during his mating state, by the tribe’s rules, she should be in his arms right now.
But as soon as this idea emerged, Gideon was suddenly shocked.
What was he thinking?
Kaelan Hawthorne coldly smirked and turned his head away.
Evan Orwell stood at the end of the team, his brows furrowing gradually, his gaze growing increasingly deep as he stared at Wyatt’s back.
But in the end, he said nothing, merely tightened and relaxed his grip.
Meanwhile, within the wooden barrel entwined by the emerald green serpent tail.
Isaac Vaughn sat silently like a statue, his gaze steadily fixed on the two walking side by side ahead.
Wyatt acutely sensed several focused gazes from behind.
Instead of restraining himself.
His lips curled upwards silently, forming a nearly provocative arc.
His arm wrapped around Seraphina’s waist tightened a bit.
Of which Seraphina was completely oblivious.
She was bowing her head, entirely immersed in her own inner confusion.
Her mind was entirely focused on the personal space that had just undergone a dramatic change.
Just yesterday, when she entered last time, it was still a cold corner no larger than five square meters.
But today, when she delved into her consciousness again, the scene before her was completely transformed.
About thirty square meters of dark soil spread before her.
The most surprising thing was that a Spiritual Spring had appeared in the corner.
When exactly did this happen?
Seraphina furrowed her brows slightly.
Could it be the blood that flowed when she was bitten by the Great Viperdile yesterday?
As soon as this thought emerged, Seraphina instinctively touched the wound wrapped with a strip of cloth on her arm.
She frowned, attempting to recall the circumstances at that time.
The cold, rough scales of the Great Viperdile scraped across her arm, its fangs brutally pierced into her flesh, and for a moment, she nearly fainted from pain.
Blood flowed forth from the wound.
But she remembered clearly that the blood never touched the necklace.
During her struggle, she lowered her head for a moment.
Bloodstains splattered her shoulder and arm, except for the ancient necklace worn close to her skin, which remained covered by her collar, not receiving a single drop.
And from the moment she was injured to the time Wyatt rescued her, barely a moment passed.
There was simply no chance for the blood to seep into the intricate necklace.
Unless some detail she hadn’t noticed was overlooked.
Suddenly, a certain unspeakable possibility surfaced in her mind.
Causing her heart to skip a beat.
Was it related to Wyatt’s sudden kiss?
She vaguely remembered her lips being covered by a cold sensation.
Immediately after, a strange, intense warm current flowed from her mouth, streaming through her veins toward all of her limbs.
But upon reflection, that seemed to not merely be a simple first aid measure.
Thinking back to that unpredictable moment of being kissed, Seraphina couldn’t help but frown.
The feeling of sudden intrusion was too jarring.
Yet, peculiarly, after that kiss, the excruciating pain she felt really did alleviate quite a bit.
If it weren’t for that, she likely wouldn’t even be able to sit steadily now.
Just recalling yesterday’s sensation of her skin splitting.
She shivered, her complexion paling further.
Wyatt kept a watchful eye on the little female in his arms.
Seeing her suddenly shiver, her face turn pale, the originally steady slithering of his tail slowed down immediately.
He lowered his voice.
"What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
At the same time, his arm slightly tightened, keeping her more securely shielded against his chest.
Using his body to shield her from the scorching rays of sunshine slanting down.
Seraphina was pulled back to reality by his voice, looking up to meet his deep, dark red eyes.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say she was okay.
But fearing he wouldn’t believe her, she had to force a smile.
It’s the hot season now, and the ground is steaming from the heat.
In this kind of weather, ordinary people not only find it hard to walk but also sweat profusely just standing.
Wyatt is a cold-blooded Beastfolk.
Holding him is like cuddling a brick fresh out of an ice cellar.
To someone as delicate as Seraphina.
This "cold brick" is practically a natural cooling artifact.
She shook her head, speaking.
"It’s nothing."
She tried to make her voice sound more steady.
After a brief silence, she added.
"How much longer do we have to go before we can take a break?"
Wyatt looked at the forest ahead.
"Once we pass through that grove of oak trees, we will see a small river."
"By the riverside, there are several big stones to block the sun, we’ll stop there for a bit. It’s close."
Seraphina acknowledged softly.
Thinking that we need to try the Spiritual Spring Water during the break.
If that spring water really is as the ancient texts mention, capable of healing wounds, extending life, and purifying toxins.
Then survival in this perilous wilderness will have an added layer of security.
Especially now, as the wound is still not healed, and whether the toxins have been completely removed remains unknown.
If Spiritual Spring Water is effective, it can not only alleviate pain but also accelerate recovery.
It’s critical for anyone needing to survive long-term in the wild.
She doesn’t wish to experience that kind of near-death fear once again.
But then she thought, the spring water is so scarce, simply insufficient.
She began wondering how to expand that space a bit more.
Perhaps by absorbing specific rare resources?
Or by performing some secretive ritual?
All sorts of speculation swirled in her mind.
Her gaze involuntarily fell back onto Wyatt’s lips.
That absurd idea resurfaced again.
After their contact, the space indeed underwent subtle changes.
Could it be...
Was it really due to that kiss?
