The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day Chapter 191 - 186: Foot Washing

Zeke stared at the oil stain on the beast hide clothing, his face turning visibly green.

Luna Sutton noticed the azure glow emanating from his fingertips and quickly grabbed his wrist, comforting him: "Don’t worry, just change into a different outfit later, don’t mind the cubs. I’ve saved so deer at for you."

The azure glow at Zeke’s fingertips suddenly dissipated, replaced by the warm, soft sensation on his wrist.

He lowered his gaze to look at Luna’s hand that covered his own. Her slender, fair fingers starkly contrasted his well-defined joints.

His erald eyes darkened briefly, his Adam’s apple moved, and he eventually responded with a low "Hmm."

In the light of the fire, Luna suddenly noticed a suspicious blush at the tip of his ear.

"By the way, Zeke, why did you return first? Is the matter at The Salt Lake already settled?"

She let go of his hand and turned to serve the deer at.

"The matters at The Salt Lake couldn’t possibly be finished so quickly. However, there have been fewer beastn from various tribes coming to inquire lately, seems they’ve been scared off by the rumors."

Zeke’s voice carried a hint of sarcasm, his gaze falling on her prominently rounded belly.

Seeing her with a belly serving him soup, he frowned and quickly reached out to take the wooden spoon from her hand: "I returned because you’re about to give birth, and it’s not good to not have soone by your side. Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood are working on opening a new route, while things at The Salt Lake need monitoring as well. That wild Malachi Arcanus is no caretaker, he’d only add to the chaos."

His voice sounded especially cold in the night, yet carried a barely noticeable touch of warmth.

His fingertips discreetly took over the spoon, serving her a bowl full of deer at soup, placing it on the table inside the cave.

The bright red broth emitted steam, topped with so chopped green onion, the aroma wafting around.

"Co over and eat, be careful not to burn yourself."

He turned to her, speaking softly with slightly flushed ears.

Luna looked at him with surprise, her lips curling subtly, "Alright."

Zeke, usually indifferent and sharp-tongued, was actually taking care of soone.

It’s like the sun’s rising from the west.

She suppressed a smile as she walked over to sit down, "By the way, what’s this about opening a new route?"

"While the original route is discreet, we frequently transport salt back and forth, which risks discovery, and then the rumor of Cragfall being cursed by The Beast God won’t hold, detrintal to The Wolf Tribe. We discussed and decided to establish a more discreet path."

Zeke tapped his fingertips twice on the table, his erald eyes reflecting the firelight, "The new route needs to pass through Thornwood, though it’s a tougher path, it avoids The Hyena Clan’s spies."

Luna listened attentively, gently blowing on the deer at soup in front of her, "That’s true, you all are thorough in your work, but it’s sothing to discuss with Father."

Father is the leader of The Wolf Tribe, certainly needing to be inford of this matter.

Zeke nodded slightly, not hurrying to change his clothes or seek the leader.

He went to the pot to serve himself a bowl full of deer at, starting to eat with concentration.

Once the broth entered, Zeke suddenly froze.

Luna watched as the face of this high-mountain flower reddened instantly, his Adam’s apple moving twice intensely, finally forcing down the hot soup.

"Pfft, hahaha..."

She couldn’t hold back and laughed out loud, "Aren’t you afraid of getting burned? You should blow on it before drinking."

Sweat beaded on Zeke’s forehead, yet he maintained his cool deanor: "...It’s fine, I like drinking it hot, warms the stomach."

She gave him a teasing glance but didn’t expose him, chuckling to herself as she ate silently.

The deer at in front of her was no longer piping hot, its temperature just right.

Jago smartly carried his at bowl to the cave mouth, leaving the space for the two.

The stone pot bubbled quietly, the aroma of at pervasive.

Having just been burned, Zeke didn’t dare eat so hastily now.

He kept his head down, eating slowly, as a strand of hair slipped off his shoulder.

Luna noticed and, as if guided by fate, reached out to tuck it behind his ear, her fingertips brushing against his cool ear tip.

That bit of skin flushed instantly.

"You got so soup on it."

She withdrew her hand casually, internally amused at this sharp-tongued guy whose ear tip was red enough to bleed, yet maintained a cold expression.

In this unusually quiet and ambiguous atmosphere.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host, Zeke’s affection level increased by 5, currently at 75, please keep up the good work."

The sudden voice startled her, almost choking, coughing several tis.

It wasn’t that she was easily scared, mainly because the atmosphere was so quiet, her attention focused on Zeke.