Lord of Wolf Island

Chapter 11

When he said he couldn't feel the fragrance of the soil, the tiny flower seedlings that had grown three small leaves screamed and waved their young bodies noisily, wanting to kick him in anger.

However, he couldn't see their angry expressions and didn't even bother to look at them. Even when tiny flakes of soil inexplicably appeared near his feet, he took them as sand grains blown by the wind and didn't think of being attacked by the group!

"Shhh! Shhh! You should be good, and please don't make any noise. What he said can't be taken seriously; you are good children, beautiful and cute."

Mu Wanqing hurriedly lowered her head to appease.

Not everyone can understand the emotions between flower growers and plants; she could understand, like her father until now, not quite able to accept her mother's emphasis on gardening far more than his, often bad intentions and wanting to destroy the flower beds that competed with him for favor.

"Don't tell me you're talking to a bunch of glistening grass." She was treating them like children.

For some reason, he was a bit tasty, his silver eyes glaring coldly at the seedlings that seemed to be dancing around.

Mu Wanqing smiled serenely. The clear lake eyes lifted slightly, ''After you come into contact with them, you will realize that they can soothe the wounds of the mind and calm your mood.''

He grunted coldly. "I'll be the only one to do so when I've leveled them all."

Flatten?

The newborn seedlings shivered as if they had heard something extremely frightening, their leaves shrinking slightly.

"Don't scare them, and they are still very fragile." She stroked the trembling bodies painfully.

"Hmph!" He turned his head away, ignoring it.

Where did she put him when she claimed it was all about her flowers and plants? Sensing that he was getting angry, Mu Wanqing laughed out loud. "Keres, you're not afraid of the soft dirt, right?"

"Who said I'm afraid!" He turned around abruptly and looked coldly at the woman who dared to mock him. "Don't give me the satisfaction of making you look good!"

"Come on, it's fun. Don't you think it's embarrassing for a big man to hide under the shade of a tree?" She smiled and waved to the man under the tree. Because you can't get it, you have to get it. Mu Wanqing couldn't say that she fully understood the men's paranoid mindset, but she was willing to try to look at this matter from their perspective.

Perhaps she also sensed a strong attraction between her and him; she didn't know whether to classify it as love or not, but the panic and helplessness in her heart every night when he hugged her was for sure, proving that she was a little bit moved.

But it wasn't his good looks that affected her, and it was his superior self-control. Clearly, the temptation at his fingertips was right in front of him, and he held back hard, his body temperature rising, but apart from hugs and kisses, there was no further action, and his high desire pushed against her backside night after night.

After all that was said and done, she was just soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see him suffer from lust, which was why she took the initiative to propose a deal, agreeing to become his woman while he had to get close to the soil and plant a flower with his own hands.

As the bookstore owner says, have an excellent time falling in love! She doesn't know how long she'll stay, but witches have solid hearts and aren't afraid of getting hurt, and it's good to try love.

"What's the point? Does a physically challenged person need to worry about his pride? Which foot do you want me to walk on?" He cynically lifted the thin blanket covering his legs, letting her see his incompleteness. Hearing his low roar of pain, Mu Wanqing sadly approached him, her small white hand wrapped around the palm of his mallet leg.

"Don't be like this; if I say I will cure you, I will cure you."

"Cure?" He laughed coldly. "Can planting flowers with you give me legs? A few weeds won't do much. Even the doctor has been trying to persuade me to accept the harsh truth that there's nothing more he can do."

Lifelong disability is a death sentence to his love of adventure sports, and he can no longer step on the accelerator and race around the speedway, enjoying the wind and the sound of the crowd's chants as they fly past his ears.

Now, he can't go anywhere but in a wheelchair, the former high-speed challenger limited to two wheels; his glorious world has collapsed, and there is no longer a single ray of light.

Her expression was slightly ashamed. "Actually, I could have done the healing a long time ago, but the way you suddenly took an interest in me and tried to swallow me in one gulp, I hadn't encountered anything like that before, so my heart panicked..."

Keres interrupted her rudely. "You know how to heal, and you're not just putting it off?"

A nod of her head, her eyes glowing. "It's not hard to believe me, and you've got nothing to lose anyway; you won't be able to stand up."

"You ......" anger flashed. Keres reached out and pointed at her neck, but the outrage faded when it came into contact with her clarified eyes; thick fingers stroked her soft earlobe instead. "If I can't get up, you're stuck with me for life."

"Gah?" Her lips parted in surprise, and a flush colored her cheeks.

He held her small jaw at eye level. "I miss a wheelchair maid."

"Oh..." she smiled rawly, looking a little disappointed.

"Don't expect anything from me; I'm not a man that women can expect anything from." He never promised anyone; no woman had ever walked into his heart.

Keres proclaimed his view of love in a cold tone; he wanted momentary pleasure and physical indulgence, not the exchange of hearts and minds for the rest of his life, and no one should ever try to tie him down.

He had the wildness of a wolf, the ferocity of a beast, was egotistical and withdrawn, and liked to be alone; the call of the wilderness was his home, and no one could keep him.

She dropped her beautiful eyelashes at that. "Crixus, have you ever really loved a man?"

He stiffened, his look full of contempt for love.