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

Chapter 588 The Evening Breeze is Tender

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a warm golden hue over the majestic city walls.

Bai Wanwan was led by the chieftain's hand as they walked up a gradually rising slope. She realized that the direction they were heading was not the way home.

"Where are you taking me?" she couldn't help but ask curiously.

Chief Rong turned his head to the side, his deep eyes reflecting the sunset and her figure.

"We'll be there soon, follow me." His voice was deep and steady, carrying a reassuring strength.

Bai Wanwan stopped asking questions and let his broad, warm hands guide her as she climbed the towering city wall step by step.

When her view suddenly opened up, the sight outside the city made her open her eyes slightly wider.

Below, on the open ground, hundreds of strong male orcs were working hard, carrying large timbers and heavy stones to build a new wall. The direction of the wall clearly included a large area of ​​land outside the wall for protection.

"Hmm? This is..." Bai Wanwan looked at the chieftain in confusion.

The chieftain spread his arms and naturally pulled her into his embrace, his strong chest pressed against her back, and he pointed to the bustling scene below.

“This area is the newly expanded territory of the tribe.” His voice carried a hint of ambition that was barely perceptible. “You’re right. We should be more proactive in absorbing the orcs who have been scattered abroad, so that the tribe can become stronger and cope with the storms of the future.”

Bai Wanwan looked up at him. From this angle, she could see his handsome and clear jawline, as well as his eyes that were gazing into the distance, full of wisdom and decisiveness.

"What's wrong?" Noticing her gaze, Chief Rong lowered his head, a gentle smile on his lips, and did not loosen his grip on her arm.

A warm feeling and admiration welled up in Bai Wanwan's heart. She said sincerely, "I think you are a wise chieftain. The Tiger Clan is blessed to have you."

She relied on the convenience of the system, while the chieftain relied on his own foresight and courage.

Perhaps it was because her eyes were too bright and her words too sincere that the chieftain, who was originally just talking about serious matters without any distractions, suddenly had a darkening look in his eyes, and a different kind of emotion was surging within them.

He gave in to his deepest desire at that moment, lowered his head, and precisely captured her soft lips.

It was a kiss filled with longing and a touch of domineering, deep and lingering, almost taking away all of Bai Wanwan's breath.

She instinctively pushed him away several times before the chieftain loosened his grip slightly, giving her some breathing space. His forehead was still pressed against hers, and he whispered, his breath slightly unsteady, "Don't go out casually in the future. Even if you do go out, you have to come with me."

Sensing the regret and longing in his tone, and recalling the calm, composed, and even somewhat aloof chieftain from the beginning, Bai Wanwan couldn't help but laugh out loud, her eyes sparkling with mischief: "What, Chieftain, are you reluctant to part with me?"

The chieftain raised his hand, his fingertips gently caressing her lips, which were slightly red and swollen from being kissed, his gaze burning: "You are my wife, I can't bear to part with you, shouldn't I?"

"Serves you right!" Bai Wanwan smiled, her eyes crinkling into crescents, a hint of slyness and initiative in her expression. "Then I'll make it up to you now."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to raise her arms and wrap them around the chief's neck, then stood on tiptoe and, mimicking his earlier actions, boldly returned the kiss.

The chieftain's Adam's apple bobbed, seemingly enjoying her initiative. His body was slightly tense, but he made no further moves, letting her "show her enthusiasm." His breathing was noticeably becoming heavier.

But after a while, he was clearly not satisfied, and his tone became more urging.

"that's it?"

Bathed in the warm light of the setting sun, Bai Wanwan's eyes sparkled with spring, her cheeks flushed a lovely peach pink. She gave him a reproachful glare, "This is outside, you should stop now."

The chieftain chuckled softly, grasping her hand as she tried to poke her chest; his palm was burning hot. "It's getting dark," he said, glancing meaningfully at the deserted city walls gradually shrouded in twilight, "No orcs will come here."

Before he could finish speaking, he grasped her slender wrist and, without giving her a chance to refuse, pressed down on her again, making the interrupted kiss even deeper and more lingering.

The evening breeze carried the faint growls of the beastmen working in the distance, but it could not dispel the rising, scorching heat in this corner of the city wall.

On the city wall, the evening breeze became gentle and tender.

His rough hands, burning hot, lingered and caressed her delicate waist, every inch of her skin trembling slightly under his calloused fingertips, as if tiny sparks had been ignited.

Breaths mingled, and an invisible tension, pulling people into a state of utter despair, permeated the air.

Her consciousness was somewhat hazy, as if she were floating in warm water. She could only feel the strong yet gentle touch, and his kisses on her neck and collarbone, like branding marks.

The surrounding air seemed to be sucked away, leaving only their heartbeats and burning body temperature.

In the midst of confusion and infatuation, everything is sliding into a deeper vortex...

However, at the very last moment, the sound of the patrol's orderly footsteps and faint conversations could be clearly heard from below the city wall, like a bucket of cold water being suddenly poured over them.

Bai Wanwan snapped out of her daze. Her lips, which had been pressed against his shoulder, parted, and she subconsciously bit his shoulder lightly. Her voice was hoarse with desire, "Hmm...didn't you say...no one would come?"

The chieftain tried to approach, but the females were completely uncooperative.

He let out an angry growl towards his rear, warning the orcs who were trying to come up.

The veins on his forehead were slightly visible as he suppressed the urge that was about to burst forth.

"Should I let them leave?"

"No, let's talk about it when we get back."

He looked at her intently for a few moments; orcs never restrained their desires.

But he knew that the females in his family were different, so he could only take a deep breath and force himself to restrain himself.

He swiftly grabbed the scattered skirt and carefully wrapped it around her fair and smooth body.

Bai Wanwan heard the footsteps stop and raised her hand to straighten her dress.

The patrol of orcs waited for a while, then stopped at the bottom of the steps instead of coming up any further.

A respectful voice came: "Clan leader, the elders request your presence; they have important matters to discuss."

Chief Rong closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, most of the turmoil in his eyes had been forcibly suppressed. However, his voice was lower and hoarse than usual: "Alright, you can go down first. I'll be right there."

The patrol captain was positioned slightly higher, and before leaving, he couldn't help but glance at him quickly.

Under the cool starlight, their usually imposing and intimidating chieftain was now holding the female in his arms tightly with one hand, half-protecting her in his embrace.

He lowered his head, a rare hint of doting smile in his eyes, and whispered something to the female in his arms, his posture clearly showing that he was patiently coaxing her.

(End of this chapter)