The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 210 - 199: Mission Failed (Mild Anguish)

She stared at the three wolf cubs gnawing on the bedpost in hunger, struggling in her heart.

She bit her lip, suddenly tearing open her collar, her voice trembling: "Bring them over here!"

Rhys Blackwood knew immediately she was going to nurse them, but internally he was a bit displeased.

Luna had just given birth not long ago and had just been through a series of shocks, otherwise, she wouldn’t have suddenly started having stomach pains.

Even if she was going to feed them, she should wait until her body was better.

"Let them eat milk fruit first, or catch a few newly-born ewes to feed them—they won’t starve."

He said this while gently helping her lie down, "You look terrible, let the witch doctor check you first, there’s no rush to nurse them."

Luna Sutton regretted using her stomachache as an excuse, watching the time slip by, growing increasingly anxious: "I’m fine, I can do it."

She pushed Rhys aside, got up, and reached out to grab the three little wolf cubs from Corbin Crowley’s hands.

Unexpectedly, the next second, she was pulled into Rhys’ arms, his voice terrifyingly low: "Nonsense!"

She fell back against his chest with a dull thud.

He clasped her struggling wrist with one hand, his voice faintly furious: "Are you trying to kill yourself? Why act strong when your stomach hurts?"

He really didn’t understand, just now when Corbin suggested feeding them, she didn’t want to, but now, with unbearable stomach pain, she stubbornly wanted to...

It was entirely a joke at her own body’s expense.

"Weren’t you disdainful? Now you’re concerned?"

Corbin sneered, turning his back. His dark hair obscured his unreadable face, the three cubs gnawed hungrily at his wristguard, "My cubs won’t starve to death; they don’t need your feeding."

With that, he turned and left.

"Corbin, don’t go, give them to me..."

Luna Sutton heard the countdown in her mind, burning with anxiety, not knowing where she found the strength, and suddenly broke free from Rhys’ embrace.

She slipped off the bed and stood with bare feet on the cold floor.

She didn’t care to put on her Beast Skin Blanket shoes, clumsily trying to chase after Corbin.

But Rhys pulled her back to the bed, forcefully laying her back down, his handsome brows knotted with anger and worry, "You stay put."

"Let me go, there’s not much time left."

Luna Sutton’s eyes reddened with anger, struggling desperately.

"What is it that’s running out of time?"

Rhys frowned, not quite understanding her, but regardless of what’s happening, taking care of her body was most important now.

He still didn’t let go, instead wrapping her in the Beast Skin Blanket, leaving only her head exposed, his cold voice brooking no argument: "Stop messing around."

"Countdown 2 minutes."

The system’s prompt in her mind was like a death sentence.

Luna Sutton, anxious to tears, suddenly fiercely bit Rhys’ arm, forcing him to release her in surprise.

She quickly slipped off the bed, not bothering with shoes or socks, rushing out barefoot.

The small stones jabbed painfully into her soles, but she didn’t care.

"Luna."

Rhys’ face darkened, growling as he chased after her.

"Countdown 30 seconds."

The cold system prompt felt like a dagger at her throat.

Outside the cave, the moonlight was bleak, and Corbin’s silhouette was frozen ten steps away, the cubs in his arms gnawing at his clothes.

Luna Sutton staggered toward him, grabbing his sleeve: "Give me... quickly give me the cubs!"

"Now you know urgency?"

Corbin shook off her hand with a sneer, his silver eyes glanced at her bare feet, almost amused by her stubbornness.

This foolish female truly didn’t care for her own life; told to feed or not, yet at this time, she insisted on feeding—her mind must be failing.

He hid the pain in his eyes, coldly saying: "Go back and lie down, or do you want me to carry you back myself?"

Luna Sutton didn’t have time to argue, reaching out to snatch the three little wolf cubs.

But in the next second, her hand froze in mid-air, her expression despairing.

"Ding, host mission failed, punishment activated."

As the system’s voice fell.

Luna Sutton suddenly felt a sharp pain in all her bones.

"Ah..."

She screamed miserably, curling up, feeling as if thousands of insects crawled under her skin.

Rhys’ pupils contracted, watching her frame suddenly swell, like a balloon being inflated.

Her originally porcelain-white skin turned black and yellow, becoming extremely rough; her once glossy black hair turned dry as straw.

Not only that, her delicate and exquisite features expanded rapidly, becoming as large as a washbasin, her eyes shrinking to near invisibility, her nose flat and sunken, her lips thick and bloated.

The once-normal buck teeth reappeared, her face covered in pimples oozing disgusting pus...

Her body layered with fat, the whole person resembling a giant hill, weighing at least 300 pounds.