gentle beast

70

Every year before winter, the leopards went on a large hunt.

Due to the rarity of females, only men needed to participate.

So in this environment where males were everywhere, the little female in Ryan’s arms was particularly eye-catching.

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu wasn’t wearing a single thread and only had the fur blanket around her. A few days ago, she was tossed too much by Ryan and had slept on the road, there was no opportunity to wear clothes.

Now, with her jade white feet exposed outside that were connected to delicate ankles, and they shifted as Ryan walked and attracted the attention of many males.

Some of those males didn’t have a spouse. When they saw the traces of purplish marks on her calves, they all stared.

Ryan’s eyes swept over them in warning and they shifted their gazes aside, wondering. Was this the chief’s new spouse?

The race was hunting and the chief was doing what with his female?

What about the pretty little thing the chief had three years ago?

Ryan didn’t care about being watched by his tribe and carried Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu into the forest. Leaving behind the race’s many gazes, he jumped into a tall tree and set the little girl on his lap.

Once Ryan had reached Wilnor Valley, Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu had woken up but she had no intention of opening her eyes and buried her face in Ryan’s chest and slept on.

Ryan’s palm slipped into the blanket and groped downward.

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu immediately opened her eyes and held out a small hand to stop his. Dark eyes looked up at him and she said in a flurry, “Not here. . .”

She thought he wanted it again and her voice was waxy soft and pitiful, probably to arouse sympathy.

Ryan gently touched her abdomen, “Does it hurt?”

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu nodded.

Of course it hurt. He was big. . . and liked to use his tongue with those rugged barbs, and she wasn’t a leopard female, so how could she bear it?

“Hurts here too,” Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu saw his face had eased a lot from before and took the opportunity to raise her hands like a kitten.

Seeing the pair of brilliant white wrists and the red swelling begin to fade but replaced with heavy bruises.

Ryan felt a little distressed and held her pale arm, sticking out his tongue to lick her injured arm.

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu looked at his closed eyes and suddenly whispered, “Ryan, don’t angry, okay?”

Ryan shifted slightly and lifted his eyes.

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu reached out to touch his face, then felt wronged and said, “You didn’t do this to me before.”

She meant tying her up for several hours and being so deliberately indifferent to her.
Ryan stated, “You used to be my spouse.”

“And now?”

“Now, prey.”

Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu mustered up the cheek and said intentionally, “You actually seized someone else’s spouse, I didn’t think you were such a leopard.”