Lord of Wolf Island

Chapter 10

The silver-grey eyes flicked upwards in mockery. "You are afraid of me."

Mu Wanqing smiled weakly. "Yes, I'm afraid of you. Please stop crawling into my bed every night to scare me to death?"

"I need a pillow." Keres was unashamed and rightly laughed at her fuss.

"Jenny and even the other young girls on the island would be more than happy to trade places with me; why don't you consider them?" She didn't want to get more and more out of control. The first time, she had taken the liberty of moving him in the hope that he would sleep peacefully and not curl up aggressively on the carpet like an abandoned puppy.

Who knew that a moment of weakness would lead to a lot of trouble, luring the wolf into the house and giving her sleepless nights?

For no other reason than the fact that she fell asleep as soon as she touched the bed, unaware that someone had opened the door, and quietly entered the room, taking half the bed while she was sleeping and also wrapping his arms around her waist.

She woke up with a start because she rolled over, almost scared out of her wits, and couldn't make a sound out of her panic, letting him hold her domineeringly for the rest of the night while she kept her eyes open until the morning, wondering what he was thinking.

One thing led to another, and the first night was the beginning. And from then on, he reported for duty every day, and no matter how many protests she made, he remained the same, unheard.

She could have locked the door, of course, but she couldn't ignore his leg, knowing full well that he'd wake everyone up even if she didn't open the door, with his rude and bold personality.

Although he did not forcefully take her body, several times she saw the blaze in his eyes, which is unable to hide the man's desire, gradually into the softness of her heart. She knew he was biding his time, waiting for her to give in.

"They're not you." Only she aroused his desire.

"And you want me?" It was so explicit that she blushed herself first, her cheeks burning.

"Yes, I want you." And he would have her.

"Is that non-negotiable?" She held out a glimmer of hope, testing his boundaries.

Moving his wheelchair, Chrissy pushed her backward until she had no way out, her back pressed against the bookcase. "Have you ever seen a lion let its prey go so easily?"

"Yes, and it lost all its teeth." Mu Wanqing knew she could not win, but she was still making a last-ditch effort.

"My teeth are very sharp." With a tug of his hand, he pulled her into a sitting position on his lap. "You won't feel a trace of pain, and I'll bite your throat off in an instant."

"Calm down, don't be impulsive..." she suddenly wanted to laugh and did. "Crixus, how about we make a deal? You'll get what you want for a small price."

"What, you want me to do that?!" Keres' growl went straight through the clouds, nearly lifting the roof, his face red with anger and blood, his black hair seeming to flutter momentarily as he glared at the woman who had dared to propose a deal. He is not a must-have her, wants to climb into his bed more women than can be counted, beckoned to come, waved away, as many as you want, no one dares to say more than a word in front of him.

However, since he could not walk an entire half a year, he could not raise s*x, no matter how sexy or how hot sexy girls teased him. He only felt bored, tired of the previous night of debauchery.

That meant he hadn't touched a woman in at least six months, and he didn't want to roll around in bed with them at all; he was tired of the same old routine.

He knew that his masculinity was as strong as ever and that he had no problems, except that after the crash, he suddenly realized that if he died like that, how many people would shed tears for him?

Sadly, not a single one, none of his friends would be saddened by his loss; they would only care about his interests in life and his family in death. On the other hand, she was like a fluttering, colorful butterfly that unintentionally flew into his world, making his silent heart feel differently. He wanted to break her wings of happiness and take away that serene smile.

"More sunshine is good for your health, children who play in the dirt don't turn bad, and the heartfelt feeling of watching a seedling you've planted grow its stem and leaves can't be bought with money, and you can feel like leaping in the palm of your hand."

The hard-won joy is inspiring.

"I'm healthy, and I'm not a child." That fallacy couldn't convince him.

The sunny-faced Mu Wanqing pointed to a tiny seedling struggling to grow. "This is called the Dragon's Saliva Flower, and the fruit it bears is the Dragon's Saliva Fruit; squeeze out its juice and apply it on your leg, and the broken bones in your knee will slowly heal."

"This is medicine?" His eyes were questioning, not believing that a "small herb" of less than three centimeters could have any miraculous effect.

"Ambergris is not a medicine; it's an edible fruit, but don't underestimate it. Mix it with other plants, and you'll be amazed at what it can do." She liked to start small, and plants were only sweet to people.

The making of a magic potion is not just a matter of mixing a few plants; there are many considerations to be taken into account, such as the orientation to the sun, whether the roots are resistant to water, the resilience of the plant itself and its sense of autonomy, and its willingness to become a medicine is the main factor. How much life force is contained in a small flower or plant is incredible. Still, people often overlook their importance because human beings are so egotistical that they cannot see other races that cannot speak for themselves. A flower, a blade of grass, a tree, each with a different personality, perhaps lively, perhaps mischievous, perhaps Stoic, surviving peacefully and uncontested in a world unknown to humanity.

With a furrowed brow, Keres didn't want to hear her analyze the plants and sank his voice impatiently. "How much longer are you going to spend on these insignificant things? They're ugly as hell!"