The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 206 - 197: Blood-crystal Deer

Listening to the voice in her mind, Luna’s mouth twitched. One at 85, another at 88, each increased by 10 points. These two were quite synchronized.

Even though the goodwill points hadn’t reached 90, she didn’t feel disappointed.

The further the progress, the harder it is for goodwill points to rise.

Don’t assume that since Kian Sterling soared to 90 and entered the deep love level, Rhys Blackwood and Corbin Crowley are inferior.

Their situations are different and can’t be compared.

Kian’s was a special case. Having 90 goodwill points was completely her trading her life for it.

At that time, while pregnant, she disregarded her safety and the safety of the unborn child to block The Eight-Tailed Red Fox’s deadly sneak attack for Kian...

That’s why the goodwill points suddenly soared to 90.

Her interactions with Rhys and Corbin have always gone smoothly without any major hurdles, so relatively, raising goodwill points isn’t as easy.

Luna Sutton was sure that, unless something significant happened in the future or something unforgettable occurred.

Otherwise, Corbin and Rhys’s goodwill points might stay where they are. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

To make a man like you isn’t difficult, but for him to be unforgettable and integrate you into his soul requires the right timing, place, and people.

"What are you thinking about? So absorbed in thought."

Corbin saw her suddenly zoning out, waved his hand in front of her, and said worriedly.

Luna snapped back, just about to speak.

When Lyle Sutton impatiently pushed in, his loud voice startled the three newborn wolf cubs into howling incessantly.

Zeke Veridian, Malachi Arcanus, and the witch doctor followed closely behind.

But Zeke held a large ceramic bowl with steam wafting from it, smelling quite nice, though it wasn’t clear what was being stewed.

Corbin saw the three cubs frightened into tears and instantly felt distressed, drawing the three cubs closer to him and looking at Lyle with disapproval, "Leader, the cubs have small guts."

The meaning was, you scared them.

Lyle coughed awkwardly twice and stepped closer to the stone bed, looking at the three furry wolf cubs with both surprise and joy: "The silver one looks exactly like Corbin when he was young, the black one like that kid Malachi..."

Before he finished, Corbin’s face instantly darkened, looking up at Lyle, coldly reminding, "Leader, these three cubs are all my bloodline."

Why did his cub look like Malachi?

Malachi came in behind him, now lazily leaning against the stone wall on one side of the cave.

Upon hearing, he suddenly laughed so hard he couldn’t catch his breath, the neckline of his animal skin top slightly open, revealing his broad, fit chest with a honey-brown hue, vibrating with his laughter, having an incredibly sensual wildness.

"Hahaha...this is just too amusing..."

He spoke and laughed, unable to stop.

Finally, when he stopped laughing.

He suddenly bent over closer to the stone bed, his fingertip poking the brow of the pitch-black wolf cub, "I couldn’t give birth to a cub with a crescent mark"

Turning his head to raise an eyebrow at Corbin, his wild and full of teasing eyes: "However, if this cub is willing to call me A-Father..."

"Do you want to die?"

Corbin’s silver eyes suddenly shot out a cold light, but the little wolf cub in his arms abruptly bit his finger with sharp milk teeth, instantly dissipating his aura.

Malachi clicked his tongue gently, not caring at all about the furious Corbin, indifferently shrugged: "Just joking, why so hot-tempered? I don’t believe I can’t sire one; maybe the next batch will be mine."

He turned his gaze towards Luna Sutton on the stone bed, his voice playful: "Isn’t that right, Little Moon?"

Luna hadn’t answered yet.

Zeke swept a cool glance at Malachi, "Luna just finished childbirth, what are you making a fuss about?"

He handed the freshly stewed venison soup to Luna Sutton, with the steam blurring his cool, refined brows and eyes, softening his usual indifference and detachment, gently saying: "Luna, this is the venison soup I cooked. Hmm...learned from you, the taste might not be great, but please try it."

Luna glanced at him, subtly curving her lips, clearly in a good mood.

Though Zeke was sharp-tongued, able to infuriate people when retorting, he was very good when gentle, attentive, and caring.

A bit like that old fox Kian.

But the old fox doesn’t have his sharp tongue.

"Alright!"

She very graciously lowered her head to taste a sip, the venison stewed tender and soft, the soup base fresh and fragrant, although not as good as hers, the taste was quite reasonable.

Obviously, he put effort into it.

Luna ate it in tiny bites.

Zeke half-kneeled on the bed edge, seeing her eating earnestly, his thin lips curved into an attractive arc.

Noticing her scattered hair, he extended his cool white fingers to gently tidy it for her, his usually indifferent emerald eyes reflecting her eating appearance, tender beyond measure, like melting jade.