The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 512: Forbearance
"Hmm..." She let out a soft groan unconsciously, her body swaying slightly. The intoxication made her eyes even more hazy, as if veiled by a layer of misty fog.

Hua Han immediately reached out to support her, pulling her soft body into his arms.

The warm, soft body in his arms, carrying an alluring scent of wine, made his Adam's apple bob involuntarily, and his voice became low and hoarse: "Wanwan... is she drunk?"

He asked the question knowing the answer, but deep in his eyes lay a complex struggle that seemed out of place with the ambiguous atmosphere of the moment.

Bai Wanwan leaned lazily against him, surrendering her entire weight to him, only managing a muffled "hmm." Her warm breath, carrying the sweet scent of wine, brushed against Hua Han's neck like a feather gently scratching, bringing a slight shiver.

Hua Han's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly suppressed it.

He carefully lifted her up and carried her steadily toward the huge, soft mother-of-pearl bed in the center of the room. With each step, he weighed and reaffirmed his plan in his mind.

He gently placed her on the bed covered with soft silk, his movements extremely tender, as if handling a fragile treasure.

Her flushed cheeks, red from intoxication, resembled the most beautiful coral, and her slightly parted red lips were tempting to be plucked.

Hua Han gazed at her, a hint of genuine infatuation and reluctance flashing in his eyes.

He leaned down and gently kissed her.

"Hmm..." Bai Wanwan hummed softly, not resisting, but instead, due to the effects of alcohol, she instinctively sought comfort, and subconsciously raised her somewhat weak arm to hug Hua Han in response.

This response was sweet enough to drive any male crazy.

Hua Han's body tensed instantly, and a strong impulse surged in his heart, wanting to continue regardless of everything and completely possess this female he had longed for.

His breathing became heavier, as if he were about to drown in the kiss.

However, just as his reason was about to be overwhelmed by desire, he suddenly remembered his plan, and he remembered Jiaoyin...

He forcefully suppressed the urge to deepen the kiss, maintaining only the gentle, light kiss, while his heart was in turmoil, awaiting the expected interruption.

Sure enough, not long after,
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was a rapid knocking on the door!

The voice was loud and anxious, a signal that was part of the plan.

Hua Han paused, forcing himself to leave her sweet lips.

But then, with great reluctance, he lingered and lightly pecked Bai Wanwan's lips a few more times before resolutely getting up and quickly walking to the door.

He flung open the door, his face already perfectly feigning anxiety.

"How did you come?"

Outside the door, Jiaoyin stood anxiously, breathing rapidly, her icy blue eyes filled with pure worry, and she instinctively wanted to rush inside.

"Wanwan? How is she? Jiaoyue said she was injured?" Jiaoyin asked anxiously, trying to look past Huahan into the house.

He turned to the side, blocking part of Jiaoyin's view, and deliberately lowered his voice to emphasize the seriousness of the situation:
"She... is quite badly injured and is resting."

Upon hearing the words "severely injured," Jiao Yin's expression changed instantly, and she no longer cared about scrutinizing the strangeness in Hua Han's words and actions.

He was extremely anxious and immediately stepped forward, forcing his way past Hua Han and hurrying towards the inner room, his only thought being to confirm Bai Wanwan's safety.

Just as Jiaoyin entered the room, Jiaoyue's figure slyly peeked out from around the corner of the corridor, gave Huahan a "success" sign, and had a bright smile of triumph on her face. There was no trace of the pain she had shown earlier from her stomachache.
Hua Han stared at the closed door, his heart filled with mixed emotions—a sense of relief at the success of his plan, yet also an indescribable bitterness and disappointment. Jiao Yue lowered her voice and said to him, "My brother and I will be grateful to you for the rest of our lives!"

Hua Han leaned against the wall outside the door and slowly exhaled, "I'm doing this for myself too."

Does it hurt? Of course it hurts.

This was supposed to be his and Wanwan's long-awaited first mating, but now he has given the opportunity to another male.

I hope Jiaoyin will live up to expectations and seize this opportunity to become Wanwan's beast husband.

He knew in his heart that he was a latecomer, and whether it was the emotional foundation or his weight in Wanwan's heart, he was probably far inferior to Zhuxiu and Yinze.

He even vaguely sensed that the males in their inner circle might not have fully accepted him psychologically.

He needs allies, a powerful ally who can stand with him.

Jiaoyin, who is powerful, has a good impression of Wanwan, and even lived with her, is undoubtedly the best candidate.

Only by forming an alliance with Jiaoyin, and working together, might they be able to gain more of Wanwan's attention and lasting favor from those beastmen in Wanwan.

But now, he can only bear this carefully designed, bittersweet "fulfillment" alone.

Inside the room, the air was thick with the scent of wine, and the shimmering waves reflected the silhouette on the seashell bed.

Jiaoyin strode into the inner room, her anxious gaze immediately locking onto the figure lying on the huge pearl shell bed.

A faint, sweet aroma of wine wafted through the seawater, causing him to have a slight suspicion, but his worry quickly overwhelmed that doubt.

"Wanwan..." He walked quickly to the bedside, his voice filled with undisguised urgency, "Where are you hurt? Is it serious?"

Bai Wanwan, lying on the soft silk, seemed to hear the sound. She shifted her body slightly, a little irritated, and let out an unconscious whimper.

As she rolled over, the already slightly loosened collar of her clothes slipped down, revealing a large expanse of smooth, fair shoulders and delicate collarbones.

Her cheeks were flushed an unnatural crimson, like ripe peaches, her long, curled eyelashes trembled slightly, her red lips were slightly parted, and her breath carried an alluring aroma of wine and a hint of heat.

Seeing that she was only humming and not answering, Jiaoyin became even more anxious and quickly bent down to check if she had a fever or any injuries.

His icy blue eyes were filled with pure worry, and he hadn't even had time to entertain any romantic thoughts.

However, just as he approached, Bai Wanwan seemed to sense the heat source, suddenly raised her soft arms, grabbed his neck, and pulled him down forcefully.

Her strength was unexpectedly great, with an unyielding and domineering quality.

"Wanwan? Stop fooling around, tell me where you're hurt first? Let me see..."

Jiaoyin was pulled off balance by her and had to use her hands to brace herself on either side of her body to steady herself.

His voice grew increasingly low with urgency, trying to bring her to her senses.

Before she could finish speaking, Bai Wanwan tilted her head back, precisely caught his lips, and kissed him.

Jiaoyin's pupils suddenly contracted, and his thoughts froze for a moment.

(End of this chapter)