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Chapter 204 This is too unfair!

Fu Ying held a piece of chalk between her slender fingers and casually tapped the blackboard, exuding an imposing aura.

Her red lips curved slightly, and a dangerous glint appeared at the corner of her eye: "This is not a place for you to gossip."

Teng immediately composed himself, his dark green eyes curving into a flattering smile: "Aying is right to teach him a lesson."

As the commotion subsided, everyone took their seats.

Yu Li originally didn't want to join in the fun, but he also wanted to know what secrets Fu Ying had.

Recognizing characters doesn't sound difficult.

Fu Ying glanced at the seated group, gently stroked her slightly protruding belly, and said, "When we learn to read, we'll start with your names. After all, a name is a symbol that represents a person."

Upon hearing this, everyone became interested and turned their eyes to Fuying.

Bai Cang lightly tapped the table with his slender fingertips, a faint smile playing in his amber eyes, his voice tender and seductive: "But I think I should learn A Ying's name first. I imagine A Ying's name is even more beautiful than the most beautiful flower of the hunting season."

Teng looked up and, sure enough, saw the soft light in his female's eyes. A vein throbbed on his forehead. Damn fox spirit!

Fu Ying looked at Bai Cang. His appearance was even more radiant under the crimson robes. Even while holding a cub, his captivating aura was not diminished in the slightest. When it came to winning over females, Bai Cang was far ahead of the competition.

"Okay." Fu Ying's eyes sparkled, she smiled slightly, and turned to write the two characters "Fu Ying" on the blackboard.

Her snow-white nape was faintly visible through her dark hair, and the men stared at that dazzling patch of skin, each with their own thoughts.

The character “扶” is not difficult, but the character “楹” is not simple.

Bai Cang stared at the two characters on the blackboard, a strange light gleaming in his narrow, fox-like eyes.

His slender fingertips unconsciously traced the outline of the long table, and his thin lips parted slightly: "The...pillar..."

These two words lingered between Bai Cang's lips, carrying a hint of unspoken ambiguity.

Yu Li stared at the two mysterious characters on the blackboard, his heart filled with turmoil. He knew very well the enormous impact that would be if the various aspects of the Beastman Continent could be inscribed in characters.

Fu Ying wasn't lying; she truly understood this. She was indeed a priestess favored by the Beast God.

Teng was usually irritable, but now, looking at the words on the blackboard, his dark green eyes were full of piety. He broke off the branch in his hand, knelt on one knee, and clumsily wrote the words on the ground, stroke by stroke, according to the blackboard.

Fu Ying's gaze fell on him, her eyes slightly upturned.

Teng was indeed the one with the worst temper and the most difficult to get along with, but he was also the one who showed his feelings the most openly.

Men should be diverse in style and bloom in a variety of ways.

"There's paper and pen on the table. Since we're studying..." Fu Ying deliberately dragged out the last syllable, her gaze sweeping over the pairs of beautiful beast eyes, and chuckled, "Then there should be a reward. The first person to learn my name..."

Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled slightly: "Tonight, I'll stay with him."

As soon as she finished speaking, the men at the table erupted in excitement, their expressions becoming much more serious.

Fu Ying slowly stroked her slightly protruding belly, a sly glint in her eyes.

With so many men, the hardest thing is how to treat them all equally. Look, haven't we managed to treat them all equally?
"Aying, how do you use this paper and pen?" Bai Cang looked down at the paper and pen on the table, his tone filled with interest.

Fuying stepped forward, naturally took Bai Cang's hand, and guided him to hold the brush. The brush tip spread across the paper, and with a few strokes, the two characters "Fuying" appeared on the paper.

Of course, she wouldn't show favoritism and would teach everyone in turn.

When it was Yu Li's turn, the handsome Miao boy was stiff all over, and the tips of his ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

However, before Fuying could grasp Yuli's hand, a voice came from ahead: "Aying, is that so?"

Fu Ying raised an eyebrow and followed the sound. Yu Li watched her walk away, and the lingering fragrance of the pen tip also went away. His tense shoulders relaxed, but for some reason, a strange emptiness and bitterness rose in his chest.

He looked down at the paper and pen on the table, his lips pressed tightly together.

He knew, of course, that what Fuying said, "Whoever learns first will play with me tonight," had nothing to do with him.

He was not her male.

This realization is like a fine thorn; it doesn't hurt, but it itches.

Yu Li's golden eyes darkened, and she seemed to fall back into the enchanting dreams of countless nights.

The seductive breaths mixed with sobs seemed to echo in his ears. He held her, pinching her slender, snow-white waist, and pressed her against the window frame. Their lovemaking was intense. In her dream, she was being bullied until she trembled all over.

"Yu Li?" Wu called out a few times, but seeing that he didn't respond, he turned to the side to teach him.

Yu Li's Adam's apple bobbed, and she abruptly threw the pen aside, stood up, and strode away without looking back.

He doesn't belong here, and there's no need for him to learn these things.

Wu gazed quietly at his retreating figure, her golden and red eyes filled with a calm, profound, and reserved expression.

Fu Ying didn't care whether Yu Li left or not. He watched as Bai Cang wrote two perfectly standard "Fu Ying" characters, his brushstrokes so vigorous that they didn't seem like those of a beginner at all.

"Aying, is what I wrote correct?" Bai Cang's red lips curved slightly, her silver hair fluttering.

Fu Ying's lips twitched, and she looked at the beautiful man who was winking at her with a complicated expression: "Yes."

Although the little dumpling he was holding was still a bit confused, she had clearly heard what he had just said.

"Father is so amazing! Will Mother sleep with Father tonight?" The little girl blinked and suddenly clapped her hands with a smile. She knew that Father was very happy when Mother slept with him.

The little girl whispered, "Tuanzi, be good, Tuanzi can sleep peacefully by herself!"

Bai Cang chuckled softly, a gentle smile appearing in his eyes.

He raised his hand to help Ying tuck a stray hair behind her ear, his fingertips lightly brushing against the delicate skin of her cheek. His eyes darkened slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed silently, and a dangerous glint appeared between his beautiful brows.

Teng looked down at the two crooked characters "Fuying" on the paper, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed.

The second thing I learned was Qinglan.

He didn't know what he wrote, but he sat quietly at the table. By the time Fuying came over, he had already written several lines, five characters per line, with neat handwriting as if it had been measured with a ruler, and it was very standard.

"Alan, if you went to school, you would definitely be a top student." Fu Ying said with some emotion. Her name was a bit complicated for beginners, but these beastmen who had never been exposed to writing before could write it so neatly!

Moreover, she was quite certain that Qinglan definitely had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Although Qinglan didn't understand what "academic star" meant, she knew it was a compliment.

He looked up at Fuying, a faint smile spreading across his gray-brown eyes. His slender fingers gently traced the name on the paper, and his voice was ethereal: "I will engrave Aying's name here."

Qinglan lightly touched her chest with her fingertips, her gaze focused, as if nothing in the world was more important than this.

Fu Ying was slightly stunned, her heart skipped a beat.

If someone else were to say such straightforward "corny pickup lines," it would inevitably seem deliberate and greasy. But when Qinglan said them, his expression was cool, his voice was clear and crisp, and he carried an undeniable sincerity, which made people's hearts flutter.

That's so unfair.

Fu Ying turned her face away and muttered something to herself.

(End of this chapter)