Chapter 201: You’re So Beautiful, A-Xi
Nan Xun moved like a little fish, her body slicing through the gorgeous ribbons of starlight, stirring up sparkling splashes of water.
When she finally grew tired, she stopped, planting one foot on the pebbles and silt at the riverbed.
The water wasn’t deep—only up to her chest—just enough to cover the places that made people shy.
Nan Xun slowly walked to a large rock jutting out of the river. There, she had set aside some prepared fragrant herbs. She crushed them and rubbed them over her body. After rubbing for a while, a bit of foam formed. It couldn’t compare to modern shower gel, but Nan Xun actually liked these naturally fragrant herbs even more.
She had just finished scrubbing with the herbs and rinsing off the foam when—thump—something heavy suddenly crashed into the river behind her, sending up a huge splash.
Nan Xun was startled and quickly turned around. Before she could see what it was, a tall, dark figure rushed toward her in a panic.
Burning kisses rained densely over her face.
“A-Mang!” Nan Xun cried out in shock.
“A-Xi, I missed you so much! Even when I went hunting last time, all I could think about was you. I almost had my arm bitten off by a wild beast because of it,” A-Mang said, kissing her as he expressed his longing in a blunt, fiery way.
Hearing that, Nan Xun immediately lifted her head to look at his arm.
A-Mang let out a low laugh. “It’s fine—just almost. I’m the strongest warrior in our tribe; wild beasts can’t do anything to me. I still want to lift my little wild leopard high onto my shoulders. A-Xi, I miss you. You’re even more intoxicating than food.”
Nan Xun was thoroughly embarrassed by his straightforward love talk.
Th-this shameless beast!
The next moment, she felt her body go light—he actually lifted her high up…
Nan Xun clung tightly to his head, her face turning as red as a monkey’s backside.
“A-Xi, you’re so beautiful…” the saber-toothed rogue tiger praised.
Time afterward seemed to slow to a crawl. Nan Xun felt her mind go blank. All she could see was the thin sheen of sweat on the man’s forehead, the bulging veins at his neck as he exerted himself, and the beautifully shaped thin lips that occasionally let out a low growl or two.
The night seemed even more beautiful than before. Amid the chirping of insects came the sound of splA-Shing water, pleasant yet carrying a restless heat.
Nan Xun was carried onto the big rock by the saber-toothed rogue tiger. Thankfully, the rock was large enough. He sat on the rock while she sat on him, the two of them embracing like conjoined twins, gazing up together at the starry sky.
“The night is really beautiful,” Nan Xun sighed. Her pitch-black eyes held a pool of spring water, rippling gently, as if tipped with little hooks.
A-Mang’s A-Dam’s apple bobbed as he stared straight at her. “A-Xi, you’re more beautiful than the night. In your eyes, I can see a whole sky of stars—so bright.”
Nan Xun reached out and smacked his head. “That’s enough. Stop feeding me sweet talk.”
A-Mang’s lips curved crookedly. “A-Xi, your face is so red—like the ripest fruit. Just looking at it makes me want to take a bite.”
Nan Xun: …
Damn it—if he kept this up, she really was going to turn into a big steamed shrimp.
She’d never expected this prehistoric man to be so good with sweet talk. Every line was so blunt and fiery it made her cheeks burn.
Nan Xun felt she couldn’t just surrender like this. She had to fight back.
So she tilted her hooked brows and eyes toward him, mimicking his tone, and praised him just as directly. “I like your thin lips. I like your powerful, solid muscles and strong arms. And I also like—”
The result was predictable—and utterly disastrous.
A-Mang’s gaze grew scorching hot. He started a fire, and once it blazed sky-high, he planned to put the little wild leopard before him on the fire to roast—roast her until crispy outside and tender inside, so juicy that one bite would leave oil dripping from his mouth.
After being “roasted” several times that night, Nan Xun completely collapsed.
She had to be grateful to Little Eight for giving her such a sturdy body; otherwise, she would’ve been burnt to a crisp in the process.
To prevent that watchful saber-toothed rogue tiger from doing anything shameless again, Nan Xun seized an opportunity and dashed back to the riverbank. She didn’t even care that the rogue tiger behind her might be seeing her completely naked. She quickly dried herself with a piece of dry animal hide, yanked down the clothes draped over the twisted branches, and hurriedly pulled them on.
A-Mang let out a low laugh, his voice carrying the lazy satisfaction of a full meal. “A-Xi, I saw it all. Your back is beautiful, your waist is so slender, and your—”
Nan Xun stumbled, nearly falling.
A-Mang chuckled continuously, his beast-sharp eyes gleaming with pleasure under the starlight as he lounged against the giant rock, watching her.
When the little wild leopard had herself wrapped up tight, leaving nothing to see, he finally sighed regretfully, picked up the animal-hide apron draped over the rock—now soaked through—and strode toward Nan Xun without the slightest restraint.
“Y-you you you—put the damn apron on first!” Nan Xun blurted out in Mandarin in her panic.
The man in the water froze for a moment, but he roughly understood her meaning and burst out laughing smugly. “A-Xi, didn’t you already see everything just now? Why are you still so shy?”
Nan Xun: …
Damn it—shameless. A completely shameless prehistoric man.
Seeing how embarrassed she was, A-Mang shook the animal-hide apron in his hand, looking troubled. “A-Xi, what should I do? The apron is all wet.”
Nan Xun coughed lightly. “Then wear it wet. Walk around like that for a bit—it’ll dry in the wind.”
“That’ll make me sick,” A-Mang said.
Thinking about how prehistoric people had basically no medical care—and how catching a cold could cost someone their life—Nan Xun’s heart trembled. She immediately took the dry towel she’d used to wipe herself and stuffed it into his arms. “Use this for now. Remember to return it to me later.”
She absolutely refused to admit that she had some small ulterior motives. This saber-toothed rogue tiger disappeared for days at a time—who knew when she’d see him again? If he borrowed something of hers, he’d definitely come back to return it.
A-Mang accepted the dry animal hide without hesitation, lifted it to his nose, and inhaled deeply. “Animal hide used by A-Xi is different—so fragrant. Just like the scent on your body.”
Nan Xun was mortified. “That’s the smell of the herbs, not my body.”
A-Mang’s gaze fixed on her. Right in front of her, he took a few more deep breaths. “No. Besides the herbs, there’s another scent—a scent that intoxicates me.”
Nan Xun’s face was beyond saving now. Even her wheat-colored skin had turned as red as a monkey’s backside.
“A-Xi, wait for me a moment,” A-Mang suddenly said. After awkwardly wrapping the hide around his lower half, he walked to a big tree not far away and picked up something he’d left there earlier.
Nan Xun stared blankly at what he handed her.
It was an apron sewn from snake skin. Because her waist was slimmer than average, the joining section was drawn in tighter. Just from the size, it was clearly made for her.
A-Mang smiled. His smile always carried a slightly wicked, dangerous charm—but right now, Nan Xun found it irresistibly captivating, tempting her to turn into a wolf and pounce forward for a bite.
