Unable to bear it any longer, Cheng Bai clenched his fingers and abruptly stepped forward, striding several steps to forcefully wedge himself between them.
Suddenly deprived of the soft, fragrant little ger in his arms, Yuan Heng’s expression darkened. He raised his eyes and saw the fox tribesman glaring at him, a sharp hostility flashing in those piercing eyes—a silent warning not to harbor any improper thoughts about the little ger.
Yuan Heng narrowed his eyes dangerously, meeting that hostility without backing down.
If anyone should be giving warnings, it should be him—warning this man not to dare covet his little ger.
"You know healing?" A soft voice suddenly came from beside him, startling both beastmen, who turned to look.
That delicate little thing smiled sweetly, his clear black eyes reflecting Yuan Heng’s figure like stars, the light in them shimmering as if in admiration of his own beastman.
Cheng Bai’s heart felt as if it had been lightly brushed by a feather, rippling across the tranquil lake of his heart, sending out layer after layer of gentle waves.
He had never been one to show off—in fact, he despised those who flaunted their talents.
But now, all he wanted was for this delicate little thing to know just how exceptional he was, to make him realize how impeccable his past judgment had been.
"Not only do I know healing, but I’m also skilled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Of course, my combat abilities are nothing to scoff at either. When it comes to hunting, if I set my mind to it, I easily take first place among my peers in the Celestial Fox tribe. Besides, I own shops, houses, and—"
He spoke loudly, his face radiant with confidence, his pride and self-assurance drawing the attention of every ger present. The Danmu tribe was relatively underdeveloped, and truthfully, many of the things Cheng Bai mentioned were beyond their understanding. But hearing his proud tone and seeing the brilliance in his eyes, they could tell these were things worth boasting about.
The man was already handsome, and his extraordinary attire made him stand out even more. Now, with him laying out his strengths one by one, he seemed to glow under the combined effect, making every ger’s heart flutter.
Even Mu ger, deeply in love with Lai Yuan and carrying his child, couldn’t help but gaze at him with longing.
The way this man displayed his excellence before the little ger was like a beastman showcasing his talents to the one he admired, proving just how capable he was—how well he could take care of him...
This blatant courtship made Yuan Heng burn with fury. His fingers stiffened, curling inward until his nails dug into his palms, forming a tight, trembling fist—as if he were seconds away from punching Cheng Bai, who was strutting like a peacock to win over his little ger.
Just as Yuan Heng was about to lose control, a few soft fingers suddenly pressed against his clenched fist. The tender touch made his heart skip a beat.
He turned his head and saw the little ger looking weary, as if bored, his fingers lightly tracing the knuckles of Yuan Heng’s curled hand.
Perhaps finding it amusing, the little ger’s fingertips lingered for a moment before his gaze settled on Yuan Heng, those clear eyes filled with nothing but him, his attention entirely focused on his fingers—
As if he hadn’t even noticed Cheng Bai’s grand display of prowess.
Yuan Heng’s heart felt as if it had been bathed in a cool spring, the refreshing water extinguishing his anger until not a single spark remained.
His fist loosened slightly, and the little ger hooked his pinky around Yuan Heng’s.
A jolt of electricity shot through Yuan Heng’s finger, his pinky trembling so much he could barely maintain the hold.
The little ger then gently rubbed the pad of his own pinky against Yuan Heng’s—a small but sensitive spot on a man’s body.
The soft friction sent waves of numbness through his entire finger, spreading to his hand, then his whole body, until it shot straight to the top of his head, making his scalp tingle.
This little ger—
Would be the death of him.
Yuan Heng shivered, wanting to seize the little ger’s entire hand in his grasp—but the fingers slipped away before he could.
His heart sank, and when he looked up, he saw Cheng Bai staring fixedly at the little ger.
"..." The anger Yuan Heng had just suppressed flared up again—but this time, mixed with something far more heated.
Cheng Bai had listed every skill and asset he could boast of, and now he fixed his fox-like eyes on Wang Jin, his gaze full of expectation—as if saying, "Someone as outstanding as me—choosing me is the right decision."
If it were any other ger, they might have already confessed their feelings on the spot. But Wang Jin had been too busy being wrapped up in Yuan Heng, barely paying attention to Cheng Bai’s speech.
Now, faced with that expectant gaze, he had no response to give.
Instead, his fingertips still tingled with the unspoken sensations left by the man’s touch...
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