The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 81: A Girl Changes Drastically at Eighteen
The system chuckled, "The task isn’t mandatory, the host can choose to do it or give it up. But if the host gives up this task, you might just have to use leaves to wipe your butt~"
Luna Sutton choked for a moment, retorting defiantly, "Who says I have to use leaves to wipe my butt? Can’t I use water? Also, once I find some straw, I can make my own paper. No fear of not having paper to wipe my butt then!"
Suddenly, something felt off: "Huh? I remember you initially said the deadline for this task was one month, how did it turn into seven days?"
"Really? You must have remembered wrong, the initial task deadline is indeed 7 days."
The system gave a slight cough, with a voice tinged with embarrassment, defensively fibbing.
She frowned deeply, did she remember it wrong? Why does it feel like the system tricked her?
Could it be that this dog system wants her to mate with Corbin Crowley, deliberately deceiving her?
Though whether it was a month or seven days, she couldn’t quite recall.
"Dog system, you better not have tricked me, otherwise..."
She tried to sound fierce, but then suddenly didn’t know how to continue.
Even if the system did trick her, she can’t do anything about it, as it’s her golden finger.
Especially this golden finger can be really shady at times...
The system laughed guiltily, lying with open eyes, "Host, how could I trick you? We’re the closest partners, the deadline for the task published by the system really is seven days."
Luna Sutton rolled her eyes, too lazy to argue with the system.
Fine, seven days it is.
If she can complete it, she will, if not, she’ll just forgo the 50 packs of toilet paper.
Thinking of this, she stopped worrying, and continued to munch on her roast fish.
The fish was tender, roasted to a golden brown, filled with Spiritual Energy, and fragrant.
Only some salt was sprinkled on it and during roasting, she stuffed some green onions into the fish’s belly.
She dug up the onions nearby, picking some as she saw them.
The seasoning was simple, but it tasted pretty good; she finished one in no time.
Just as she prepared to munch on the second one, footsteps suddenly sounded in her ears.
She looked up and saw Corbin Crowley emerging from the woods, his expression cold.
Behind him was a female in a sorry state.
Looking closely, she realized it was Quinn Morgan.
However, Quinn Morgan had lost the previous air of confidence, looking pitifully messy, hair unkempt, face pale, with a large wound on her forehead, the gash was fierce, still oozing blood, looking particularly frightening.
Her beast skin skirt was also tattered, covered with blood and mud, looking completely ragged and filthy.
Not much better than a beggar.
Her face showed fear and confusion, eyes darting around, showing little reaction even upon seeing her.
Her eyes seemed like they were looking at a stranger.
Luna Sutton was startled for a moment, suddenly recalling the system had said Quinn Morgan hit her head on a sharp stone, possibly turning into an idiot or losing her memory.
It appears she’s lost her memory, otherwise seeing her wouldn’t evoke such a strange expression.
Instead, she’d have pounced to tear her apart.
She vaguely remembered when Quinn Morgan had yanked her off the cliff, the look was deeply hateful, like she couldn’t wait to tear off a piece.
"Back already? How’s Warwick Storm, did you kill him?"
She asked Corbin Crowley, who was approaching her.
Corbin Crowley glanced at her, casually grabbed the roast fish from her hand, eating it without hesitation, mumbling, "Hmm, already killed."
The tone was easygoing, as if he had just killed a chicken.
The corners of Luna’s mouth twitched, dissatisfied with the dog’s casual snatching of her roast fish, but remembering the side task of mating with any Beast Husband, she swallowed her words.
Fine, it’s just a roast fish, she can roast more.
After all, there were plenty of Silver Moon Tail Fish in Umbraflow, easy to catch one.
She turned to look at Quinn Morgan, who stood bewildered, showing no reaction to seeing her or The Salt Lake, seeming to know nothing, to remember nothing.
Realizing she’d likely lost her memory, her heart sighed.
Back in The Wolf Tribe, Quinn Morgan lived as the leader’s companion, admired by Beastmen, flattered by females, never lacking food and clothing, living comfortably.
Now she’s ended up like this, entirely her own doing.
Luna Sutton felt not a bit sympathetic for her.
"What’s wrong with her?"
Her gaze turned to Corbin Crowley, who had quickly finished a fish, gesturing to the dazed Quinn Morgan, asking knowingly.
Corbin Crowley lifted his brow, his silver eyes looking at Quinn Morgan, speaking indifferently, "Probably lost her memory."
One fish wasn’t enough to satisfy him, his eyes instinctively glanced at the few roast fish beside Luna Sutton, ready to grab them.
"What are you doing, I haven’t even eaten enough myself?"
Luna Sutton recognized his intention at once, hurriedly protecting those roast fish, looking at him warily.
Dog man eating one was fine, but he wanted to take the rest? Could he be more excessive?
Corbin Crowley watched her guarding reflex with a subtle smile, yet didn’t snatch them, only gazed attentively.
Feeling slightly awkward from his gaze, she touched her face, asking puzzledly, "Is there something on my face?"
Corbin Crowley withdrew his gaze, speaking blandly, "No, where did your buck teeth go?"
Initially, her buck teeth would be fully exposed, even the gums were visible, making her mouth look particularly large, extremely ugly.
From some point, her buck teeth became less noticeable, the gums not exposed, her mouth growing smaller.
This time, her mouth and teeth looked perfectly normal.
Her teeth were brilliantly white, her lip shape beautifully defined.
His gaze rose to her pretty almond eyes, which seemed to speak, misty, vibrant, inexplicably captivating.
He remembered, her eyes used to be very small, almost narrowed to slits.
Her figure, although overall looked still chubby, didn’t feel unattractive, giving a sense of fullness instead.
Large chest, big bottom, yet disproportionately slender waist, strikingly sexy.
The skin had lightened considerably, glowing white under the sun.
Yet, her nose remained low and airy, an eyesore.
The whole attractiveness score dropping multiple notches.
Luna Sutton saw him constantly staring at her nose, his expression openly disdainful.
She couldn’t help touching her nose, feeling speechless.
Truth is, she knew her nose was low, nostrils flared, truly ugly.
From a metaphysical standpoint, this nose even leaks wealth.
Still, it’s an unavoidable trait, the original’s hard traits undeniable, wanting change, solely reliant on the system’s golden finger.
But, as long as the goodwill of five Beast Husbands increases, she believes her nose will become beautiful someday.
"What does it matter to you? Have you looked enough?"
Luna Sutton glared at him, turning away to eat her roasted fish, ignoring him further.
Who keeps staring at someone’s nose? Seriously.
Corbin Crowley quickly withdrew his gaze, watching her angry profile, his thin lips lightly curved.
He realized, this chubby woman seemed increasingly interesting, increasingly captivating.
Yet, the pig-like nose was an unbearable blight, tempting a wish to slice it off.
