Lord of Wolf Island

Chapter 4

No feet?

Mu Wanqing did not know that this sentence once again struck the self-confidence of the total loss of Keres; he jerked his breath, silver pupil Zi Zhang, rampant cursing resentment roar disappeared into the rolling knots of the throat, grunt out a low and inaudible howl of faith. His voice was gone, only the hot breath that spewed from his nostrils, his crimson eyes bloodshot, and like a beast licking its blood, he healed silently and without struggle.

But the wounds were too big, and the injuries were too severe; he gave up on self-healing and let the bright red liquid flow out of his body drop by drop until the blood dried up.

"Huh, why didn't you open your mouth? Is it because I'm discussing your wound and making it hard for you?" Loyalty hurts; truth hurts. "But don't take it to heart, when Neem keeps the house warm more than anything else, watching a peaceful family laugh joyfully in your arms is a joy no amount of wealth can match; you are the indispensable protagonist."

"Indispensable protagonist?

Snorting repeatedly, Keres revealed a look of disdain and sneered at her naivety. From the moment he was born, the joyous atmosphere she described had never happened to him; all he had received was disregard and ostracism.

His father hated him because he wasn't born in anticipation, and his mother loved him but wanted him dead; she didn't want him to carry the lingering shadow of the man she loved, so he had to disappear from the world. The only older brother both loves and hates him, and his arrival destroys a peaceful family, revealing early on the relationship between the bedfellows and putting to the test what appears to outsiders to be a marriage made in heaven. He was everyone's pain, their nightmare, something they couldn't leave behind or let go of.

"When people are not as happy as you think, we also have our share of misery and boredom. The first day I arrived at this island, I encountered a lot of unsatisfactory things, such as getting lost, inhumane treatment, and that rude and unreasonable master of yours........"

Rude and unreasonable?

Listening to the soft voice chattering in his ear, the positively upturned Keres wanted to laugh a little; his thoughts drifting away were pulled back by her seemingly complaining but amusingly soft voice and his anger at the world's abandonment of him was instantly calmed.

There was a kind of soothing magic in her soft voice, gentle and light, not pompous, like a grass-scented wind blowing by, bringing a calm and comforting sense of openness.

Gradually, sleep came to him, his headache slowly dissipating, his lightening body making his eyelids heavier and heavier as he swam towards a sky full of white clouds, warm cotton wool, his bed...

After days of escaping his ego, Keres finally relaxed his tense body and mind; a wave of hypnotic sweet sounds came over him, and he let himself fall into a brief tenderness, floating in a dark, precious land free of growls and pain.

"...... Do you also think he is too much? He didn't allow the cook to give me dinner, so I could only nibble on the biscuits I brought, dreaming of a big meal..." Luckily, she had stored quite a lot of dry food, including instant noodles and beef jerky.

Thinking of the food she missed, Mu Wanqing smiled bitterly and stroked her lips, but the hot food had not touched her. The slight tingling sensation caused her to be stunned again, and a strange feeling floated up in her chest.

Was that a dream? She asked herself.

Why did it feel like it was real? The unfamiliar flavor still lingered in her mouth, and the memory of her lips touching each other seemed as if it had just happened, so profound that she couldn't convince herself that it was just a dream.

"Oh! That hurt; your master wouldn't sneak into the room in the middle of the night and steal a kiss from me, would he?"

The house didn't answer, quietly enjoying the sunlight.

"But it's unlikely; wheelchairs can't climb stairs; it's probably because I'm overthinking and taking my dream for real, your master with eyes on top of his head disdains me, erratic and childish... ah! What is it?" As soon as her feet hit the ground, Mu Wanqing didn't lift her legs to take a step forward; she kicked the massive object in her way first and almost flopped downwards due to her unsteady center of gravity. Staggering back to bed, she was slightly shocked to exhale and then settled down to shrink her legs, lying on the bed, bright and God's bright eyes only fixed a look, jumped into the bottom of the eyes of the scene so that she was stunned, almost screamed out loud.

He ...... How could he be here?

"Should we wake him up?" she hesitated. She hesitated.

Looking at an utterly relaxed sleeping face, Mu Wanqing, who thought she was shallow, suddenly lined her cheeks with red and stared down at the man's plump lips.

His heart beating so fast, his face feverish, he was in the room. Is it not confirmed that the dream was not a dream, it existed, and he took advantage of her sleep and did not allow her to act?

But could one ask? Maybe it was a dream, purely from her fertile imagination.

"Hey! It's easy to catch a cold sleeping on the floor. Do you want to go to bed?" She whispered hesitantly.

Rarely sleeping, Keres naturally did not respond in any way, his eyes tightly closed and motionless, his long eyelashes covering the shadows underneath his eyes, making people look at him and not want to wake him up. "Okay, since you don't answer, let me do whatever I want. Don't say I didn't tell you." Who wants you to sleep to death? But then the question arose: what should she do to move him?