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Chapter 197 Springtime Splendor Cannot Be Hidden

"Others?" A hint of suspicion flashed in Teng's dark green eyes.

Fu Ying's eyes sparkled, and a sly smile curved her lips.

She raised a brow at the corner of her narrow eye and glanced at the group of handsome men with different styles. She was about to set off to find medicine. Before leaving, if she didn't get a little "sweetness" to satisfy her "selfish desires", wouldn't she be wasting the beautiful spring scenery?

To be honest, this has absolutely nothing to do with completing the mission.

As everyone looked at her smiling face, they suddenly felt a chill down their necks.

Yu Li stood quietly in the distance, his expression indifferent. He knew in his heart that the "satisfaction" Fu Ying mentioned had nothing to do with him.

"I'll go back and prepare first." Fu Ying coughed lightly, and with a flick of her sleeves, she hurriedly left.

Teng squinted and turned to look at Bai Cang: "Fox, what do you think A-Ying is trying to do?"

A smile played on Bai Cangmi's beautiful face as she said unhurriedly, "What's the rush? We'll find out tonight."

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Fuying returned to the bamboo house, surveyed the area, and gently stroked her chin with her fingertips, lost in thought.

A moment later, she raised her hand and took out everything useful from the space. She arranged everything carefully until she was satisfied, and then began to choose clothes. From ancient times to modern times, the clothes were dazzling and almost filled the entire shelf.

By the time everything was settled, it was already dusk.

"Aying, dinner's ready." Qinglan looked at Fuying with gentle eyes, but her voice was as clear and ethereal as ever.

However, when they saw the scene that Fuying had spent a whole day setting up, they suddenly stopped in their tracks.

His gray-brown eyes widened slightly, a rare look of bewilderment appearing on his face, as if he did not understand her intentions.

Fu Ying turned to look at him, a smile playing on her lips, in a very good mood. When she saw his dazed expression, she couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch his cheek, her fingertips feeling slightly cool: "You'd better do well later."

Qinglan: "...?"

During dinner, Fuying had an unusually good appetite, eating two bowls of rice in a row. She ate with a smile on her face, and even her whole body exuded a light and sweet aura.

The males looked at each other, unusually quiet, and did not engage in their usual open and covert competition.

"Are you full?" Fu Ying put down her chopsticks and tapped her fingertips lightly on the edge of the table, smiling as she looked at the men.

They usually only ate with her to get a taste; how could such a small amount of food possibly fill an orc's stomach?

On the bamboo bed, Tuanzi and the cubs were all fast asleep with round bellies.

Bai Cang rested his chin on his hand as he looked at her, his amber eyes shimmering with golden light in the candlelight. His voice trailed off in a languid yet alluring tone: "Aying, are you so happy? Now can you tell us what exactly this 'satisfaction' you're talking about?"

Fu Ying tossed her long hair, raised an eyebrow slightly, and smiled brightly: "Of course."

She rested her chin on her hand, her gaze sweeping over the faces of the group. With a slight smile, she said, "I'd like to take a set of photos of you all."

"Photograph?"

"Photograph?"

"..."

Several males spoke in unison, all with slightly furrowed brows and puzzled expressions.

Fu Ying snapped her fingers crisply, and with a nimble flick of her wrist, a vintage camera appeared in her palm.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, made a quick adjustment, and pointed the camera at the several men who hadn't yet come to their senses: "Look here!"

"—Click!" The moment the shutter clicked, the photographic paper slowly emerged.

She pinched the corner of the photo and flicked it gently. Looking at the men in the photo with their rare synchronized stunned expressions, she couldn't help but chuckle. A glint of light appeared in the corners of her eyes. She then casually handed the photo over.

Qinglan understood as soon as the camera ejected the photographic paper.

He glanced discreetly at the unfamiliar and shocked expressions on the faces of the others, a slight, almost imperceptible curve appearing at the corners of his lips. It turned out that Aying had only ever taken photos of him. Thinking of this, a secret joy welled up within him.

Bai Cang's slender fingers pinched the edge of the photographic paper as he looked at the portrait that seemed to be engraved on it, and he was speechless for once.

A hint of surprise flashed in his amber eyes. Although he had long known that his female had many secrets and strange things, she always managed to easily shatter his perceptions and broaden his horizons.

"A photograph, a photographic image, isn't it incredibly realistic?" Fu Ying rested her chin on her hand, admiring the shocked expressions on their faces, her eyes full of amusement.

Before they could speak, she had already stood up, hung the camera around her neck, and snapped her fingers together with a crisp sound: "Alright, get up, let's go change now. I've prepared special outfits for each of you!"

Fuying's crimson skirt spun open, revealing a splash of vibrant color, and the light fell on her hair, making her look like a leaping sprite.

She had transformed into a photographer, enthusiastically walking ahead of the mouth and shouting, "Everyone, keep up! Keep up!"

This lively and absurd scene instantly attracted Luo Heng, Wu, and Yu Li.

Luo Heng stood at the door of the bamboo house, his slightly curly purple hair fluttering in the wind. His purple eyes quietly watched the scene. Although he was puzzled, he was gentle by nature and not very curious. He just watched quietly without asking any questions.

Instead, Fu Ying caught a glimpse of him out of the corner of her eye and immediately waved to him: "Luo Heng! You come too!"

"Huh? Me?" Luo Heng paused, pointed to herself, her purple pupils filled with confusion.

“That’s right! It’s you!” Fu Ying smiled brightly and waved to him again.

Luo Heng's ears turned slightly red. She nodded hesitantly, and following after Teng with a pursed lip, enduring his unfriendly gaze.

Yu Li leaned against the doorway, observing coldly, wanting to see what Fu Ying was up to.

Suddenly, a figure walked past him.

He was taken aback for a moment, then quickly grabbed Wu's arm and frowned, asking, "Brother? Where are you going?"

Wu turned to look at Yu Li, his golden and red eyes gleaming with a metallic coldness, but his expression was calm, and his voice was as deep as fine wine: "Aren't all those who stay by her side her beastly husbands? So am I."

"..." Yu Li's Adam's apple bobbed, and she almost laughed out of anger.

His golden eyes were filled with darkness: "What exactly did Fuying say to you today? How could you trust her so much? Brother, it's all her fault that your star mark shattered. Now you don't remember anything, yet you still consider yourself her beast husband?"

Wu stared straight at Yu Li, his eyes sharp and menacing: "She will heal me, I believe her."

He also believed that the ruthless person who had broken his wings was not her.

Yu Li's jaw tightened, and he was about to sneer when Wu suddenly grabbed his arm with an unyielding force and said calmly, "Together."

Before Yu Li could refuse, he was dragged to that noisy area.

Over here, several males were staring in disbelief at the scene around them.

Before they could react, Fuying had already gracefully walked to the center, flicked her slender finger, and a cluster of flames leaped onto the pile of firewood. Instantly, the flames soared into the sky, illuminating the entire area as bright as day.

Fu Ying smiled and looked around at everyone, lightly tapping a row of neatly hung clothes behind her with her fingertips. She parted her red lips slightly and said, "Alright, now, take off all these animal skins you're wearing."

(End of this chapter)