Chapter – 79
Indulgence
“W-Wait…” Li Qingqing gasped, her breath coming fast as she was kissed. The warm air from her nose brushed against Xiao Ziye’s face, making the already heated atmosphere even more intimate.
Her fingers dug into the muscles at the back of his neck.
What happened next was only natural.
The oil lamp went out. Their entangled bodies moved from the floor to the table, then to the bed.
Sounds rose and fell with their movements.
Even if they were loud, it didn’t matter—the Silver Tiger tribe’s beasts were open-minded, and some even enjoyed comparing who could make louder sounds.
But near Li Qingqing’s tree hole, there were very few other beasts.
Besides them, there was no other sound.
They were lost in each other.
“Don’t… don’t kiss me, I drank a lot of water tonight…”
“So what? I can still handle it…”
Just as they were about to go further, the tree outside shook violently, sending birds flying in all directions.
Xiao Ziye paused slightly.
The female beneath him suddenly lifted her head, biting his throat and hooking her foot around him, turning his alertness into chaotic desire.
A pair of blue eyes stood outside the tree, staring at the dark cave. The voices were so loud they could be heard clearly.
Angered, he punched the tree.
Autumn arrived quickly.
The seedlings that Li Qingqing had planted with Xiao Ziye and the others had grown into golden rice.
Harvesting rice required care. Too much force could knock grains off.
Making sickles, however, was complicated and required ironworking.
Li Qingqing asked the strongest, Bai Yuan, to test if a stone knife could cut the rice.
He tried, and it worked, but it was slow and exhausting.
If they continued like this, the five of them wouldn’t finish by nightfall.
Li Qingqing decided to make proper sickles—they could be used next year too.
Using leftover iron from making a pot, she refined it, melted it, and had Bai Yuan forge it.
With his strength, he hammered out a sickle. Li Qingqing sharpened it carefully on stone until satisfied.
It worked perfectly. She then made five more, one for each beast husband.
By sunset, the rice was fully harvested.
The five beast husbands were starving.
Feng Hao, tired and hungry, flopped on the ground, whining:
“I don’t care! You have to make me something to eat!”
Seeing Li Qingqing still talking to Ling Mo, he rolled on the ground, protesting:
“I worked hardest during the harvest! And you ignore me!”
Li Qingqing found him amusing and helped him up.
“I’ll take you to wash your hair in the river. If someone catches food while I’m gone, I’ll cook for you.”
She dragged Feng Hao to the river.
Feng Hao disliked water, and even chest-deep, he was terrified.
“Are you okay?” Li Qingqing asked, worried.
Before she could finish, he pulled her in, soaking them both.
The two were so close that when their eyes met, they were embarrassed.
Li Qingqing, back to him, used bath gel and shampoo from her space, squeezing a few pumps over him.
Feng Hao frowned, confused by the foam and scent, similar to hers.
Her hands wandered over him, tickling and warming him.
His wolf ears twitched.
Realizing she touched somewhere sensitive, Li Qingqing quickly pulled her hands away, cheeks flushed.
She swam aside to give them space.
Feng Hao sensed something strange too, struggling to control his desire, splashing back and forth several times.
Li Qingqing laughed at his childish behavior.
Suddenly, she felt someone watching her again.
In the dark, she couldn’t tell who it was.
She had felt eyes on her these past days, assuming it was Xiao Ziye, but it wasn’t.
She had suspected others, eliminating them one by one.
Su Han was suspicious too, but he insisted it wasn’t him, leaving her confused.
She dove underwater, swimming around.
Surfacing, she realized Feng Hao wasn’t nearby.
As she tried to swim back, the water in front of her rippled, and someone emerged.
Seeing his face explained all the watching glances she had felt these days.
“Li… Mu Jin…” Her voice trembled as she turned to leave.
But he grabbed her, pulling her into his embrace.
He held her tightly, as if trying to merge her into himself.
“Qingqing, I’m sorry I broke my promise… I just missed you too much.”
His words, filled with longing, left her momentarily stunned, forgetting to push him away.
His kiss came again, stronger. Both were submerged in water.
He didn’t care, fingers tangled in her hair, relishing every moment.
Though she knew it couldn’t last since they were in Atlantis, she allowed herself a brief indulgence.
She tilted her head, returning his kiss, thinking: it’s fine, it’s not marriage—just a moment of indulgence.
Li Mu Jin felt his heart race, fingers exploring her completely.
Countless kisses landed on her body.
Underwater, it was a first-time experience, with only fish and shrimp around.
“Qing… Qing…” He couldn’t even speak properly in his desire.
After some time, they surfaced; the sky was already slightly bright.
Li Qingqing mentally reminded herself: this could only happen once.
She washed herself, dried her skirt with fire power, and didn’t glance back at Li Mu Jin in the river.
Just as she turned to leave, Li Mu Jin hurriedly called:
“Qingqing…”
She turned, eyes apologetic.
“Sorry, Mu Jin… I can’t give you the relationship you want.”
