The Cannon-Fodder Villainess Faked Her Death, Her Five Beast Mates Go Wild-Chapter 170: Opening a Shop

Homeless?

Wen Shu lifted her face and saw his sharp eyes filled with seriousness, feeling a hint of surprise.

"Aren’t you seeking revenge against Romande? And the females of the Blood Alliance, if you’re not among those bandits..."

She clenched the fabric in her palm.

When Luo Fei heard her words, a flicker of avoidance flashed in his red eyes, and his straight back silently bent a little.

"Don’t worry, there won’t be a Blood Alliance anymore," he looked down at Wen Shu, smiling as if relieved, "those vile males have been dealt with, and the other beastmen will form a new tribe under Beilan’s leadership,"

"As for revenge..."

Luo Fei straightened up, the warmth of his fingertips gliding over Wen Shu’s eye corner, murmuring like a sigh, "Nothing is more important than you."

Though he said this, a bitter feeling rose in his throat.

After planning for many years, he thought he would finally get his revenge, but it ended up dragging the woman he loved into the turmoil.

Thinking of this, Luo Fei leaned forward in defeat, his chiseled face buried in Wen Shu’s neck, his arms gradually tightening, enfolding her securely.

"Wen Shu, don’t push me away anymore..."

His cold voice carried a trace of heart-wrenching fatigue.

With his gentle, warm breaths brushing against Wen Shu’s ear, there was a subtle plea hidden in his tone.

Her hand against Luo Fei’s chest slowly curled up, her gaze lingering on his trembling hair, her mind drifting back to that island filled with sea flowers.

As he was grateful she was still alive, she equally couldn’t deny the stirring in her heart at that moment.

"Mm..."

Warmth seeped into her shoulder, her long lashes slowly drooping to hide the struggle in her eyes, "Stay with me."

The breath beside her neck paused for a few seconds.

Then, Luo Fei hugged her tighter, lifting his face with a smile at the corners of his eyes and brows.

"I knew you liked me too."

He quickly wiped at his eye corner, like a child who had finally gotten sweets, eagerly asking, "When did you start liking me?"

Seeing his joyful spirit, not a trace of the previous dejection remained.

Wen Shu’s brows relaxed, thinking back, it felt off, Luo Fei used to take her rejections without crying, why now...

She pressed Luo Fei’s ever-closer face, her gaze landing on his playful eyes, pursing her lips, "Pretending to cry, are you learning from me?"

His little scheme being exposed, fearing she’d retreat again, Luo Fei hugged her waist, "Isn’t it different? This is my way of being romantic..."

"You—"

Wen Shu’s head filled with lines of frustration, just about to speak when her lips were pressed by warmth.

The gentle force quickly withdrew, as if wary of something.

Shot a fierce glare by her, Luo Fei’s eyes curved, his nose resting against hers, whispering, "You must take responsibility for your words, if you go back on them, I’ll move into your place and never leave."

"I’ll even go out and proclaim that you’re a bad woman, starting something you can’t finish..."

He started rambling, his lips, red like painted flower juice, opening and closing, making her intensely thirsty.

Wen Shu pressed her lips, raising her hand to cover his mouth, finally calming her restless heart a bit, "I haven’t eaten my fill."

The arms around her waist loosened slightly, Luo Fei straightened his back but didn’t give up holding her, instead assuming a different position, wanting to imitate Wu Xuan feeding her food.

Looking at the piece of meat before her, Wen Shu stayed still.

If she got used to this, wouldn’t people think she couldn’t take care of herself...

"I’ll do it myself."

She reached out to take it, but Luo Fei dodged deftly, whispering unpleasantly near her ear, "Is my feeding less appealing than that leopard’s?"

"..."

Wen Shu ignored him, her fingertips wrapped around the knife handle, yet before she exerted force, something moist brushed her cheek.

"Apparently, you prefer engaging in some other interesting activities with me than eating..."

His seductive, warm voice echoed by her ear.

She felt an itchy sensation and shrank her neck, but Luo Fei only acted more excessively, lightly nibbling on her earlobe.

A chain of warm sensations fell from her ear to her neck.

"I’ll eat, I’ll eat..."

Wen Shu pushed him with a raised hand, and when Luo Fei finally settled down, she let out a slow sigh of relief, lifting her eyes and once again meeting a pair of deep, golden eyes.

Wu Xuan, holding a pair of white low-heeled shoes, walked over with a broad frame, seeing the two fooling around, he simply averted his eyes.

"Ashu, I’ll be heading out for a while."

He knelt, holding Wen Shu’s foot, putting on her shoe, eyes still lowered, "I might be back late."

Noticing the brief gloom passing over his face, Wen Shu wanted to go down, but Luo Fei tightened his hold around her waist, "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of Ashu, focus on improving your strength so you won’t drag behind..."

He was full of spirit, displaying high confidence, while Wu Xuan’s face turned pale, eyes filling with tears as he turned to leave,

Wen Shu finally understood what happened between these two.

Luo Fei’s mouth was as venomous as if smeared with poison, far worse than any evil female villain!

"Wu Xuan, wait."

She pried Luo Fei’s hand away, in a few steps clutching Wu Xuan’s arm, lifting her face to see a tear sliding down his chin.

Wen Shu’s heart ached, pulling him back to the bedroom, pressing him to sit by the bed, "Where are you going?"

She cupped Wu Xuan’s face, pulling up her sleeve to gently wipe his moist eyes, "Aren’t you planning to tell me? If you come back too late, I’ll be very worried."

Her brows knit slightly, the pair of amber eyes filled with a misty tenderness.

Wu Xuan’s tightly pressed lips struggled to curl, smiling worse than crying, "Ashu, Luo Fei is right, I’m useless, I’m not fit to be your beast husband..."

As he talked, he devalued himself.

Wen Shu pressed her lips, holding his somewhat stiff head, retorting, "Who says you’re not fit? You’re my beast husband, being fit or not is for me to decide. Besides, nothing happens overnight..."

"Are you planning to head out of town to find Giant Corpse Beasts?" she suddenly thought of something.

Lowering her gaze to Wu Xuan, seeing his flickering eyes and trembling lashes, she knew her guess was correct.

"I know you’re eager to promote your rank, but everything should be done step by step."

She had seen too many people who died in haste on the path of rank promotion.

Wen Shu squatted down seriously, forcing him to look at her, "I understand your desire to become stronger. But promoting rank isn’t the only method, my way is safer."

"And I am eager to promote as well, so why don’t we do it together, and if it doesn’t work, then I’ll accompany you out of town, okay?"

Seeing how worried Wen Shu was, the impulse in Wu Xuan’s heart instantly extinguished, holding her cold hand, "I won’t go, Ashu, don’t worry."

"It’s my fault," he enveloped Wen Shu’s hand, blowing on it twice, "But I still want to take a few tasks, the Crystal Coins here all belong to the bandits..."

He was suspicious of Rah’s intentions.

And upon hearing his words, Wen Shu’s thoughts diverged into a similar direction.

The matter of the Divine Tree Leaves was still unresolved.

But Yining just took over, it might take some time for her to come.

Meanwhile, they needed to live.

Though there were Crystal Coins in the basement, she couldn’t feel at ease using them.

However...

They could borrow some of it.

She lightly curled her lips, "Wu Xuan, you have a point."

Wu Xuan was taken aback, not reacting in time before she patted his shoulder, "Why don’t we rent a place and temporarily set up a medical shop?"