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Chapter 209 He was moved by her.

I was leaning against the pillar, eyes closed, trying to relax, when suddenly I heard a "splashing" sound of water breaking, followed by a "splashing" sound.

She lazily opened her eyes and saw a silvery fish struggling desperately on the bank of the stream, its tail splashing mud and water everywhere as it leaped high into the air.

Fuying propped her chin up and looked for a moment, her eyes falling on the deep pool, where ripples slowly spread out.

She got up, walked to the stream, and kicked the fish on the bank back into the water.

A moment later, Fu Ying turned around and set up a fire. He took out fresh meat from his spatial storage, marinated it, and then placed it on the fire. The meat pieces hung over the flames and slowly rotated, gradually oozing a glistening sheen of oil.

As Yu Li awoke from her daze, the rich aroma of roasted meat was the first thing to fill her nostrils.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. Through his blurry vision, he saw a cluster of flickering flames.

But all his attention was drawn to the slender figure sitting in front of the fire.

She was wrapped in strange animal skins, just like herself—unconventional and eccentric.

As Fuying lowered her eyes and sprinkled powder on the roasted meat, her movements were swift and efficient. Despite being a prized treasure in the tribe, she did everything as if she had done it a thousand times before, which made people curious and unable to help but want to investigate.

In the firelight, her beauty became even more captivating—alluring and enchanting, yet not vulgar. Her skin was as white as snow, and most alluring of all were her eyes—long, narrow fox eyes that were sometimes lively, sometimes serene, sometimes cunning, and sometimes languid.

However, when those beautiful eyes looked at him, they remained calm and still, as if he were nothing more than a stone, a tree, or a pool of water, not even sparing a trace of extra emotion.

What he remembered most vividly was when she came to the tribe looking for Qinglan.

She stood in the mist, speaking to him with a slight upturn at the corners of her eyes, a cold smile playing on her lips, and frost covering her eyes and brows.

In fact, he had met Fuying before they became a couple.

At that time, she was the most dazzling jewel of the oasis tribe, a little female born from the union of the chief and the shaman. She was born with an eye-catching charm. Her appearance was not much different from before, but her personality was completely different from what it used to be.

He had only heard about her before, and through his brother's experiences, he concluded that she was a ruthless woman.

But now, in just over a month, what he has truly seen of her is that she can give the brightest smile to her beloved male, and is even willing to fight against more than a dozen tribes for the sake of her fallen beastman husband, just to protect one person. She will even risk her life alone to save her male. The light emanating from her seems to shine on everyone.

He didn't understand what had changed her, but there was no doubt that he was captivated by Fuying as she was now.

At this moment, her eyebrows and eyes were drooping lazily, revealing a carefree weariness.

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, she casually yet attentively turned the grilled meat, sparks crackling and casting shimmering light on her profile.

Yu Li was momentarily stunned, unable to distinguish between dreaming and waking.

Fu Ying looked up at Yu Li, who was staring at her in a daze, and said, "Come and have something to eat when you're awake."

Her voice was so calm, as if she were talking about the weather, without any joy or excitement of "meeting an old friend in a foreign land".

Yu Li's Adam's apple bobbed, and she slowly stood up, supporting herself on her arms. The burning pain in her body had subsided, but every step she took still felt like walking on cotton.

He moved slowly to Fuying's side, then slumped down heavily, his breath hoarse as he asked, "You saved me?"

"Otherwise what?" Fu Ying glanced at him.

"Brother, you're an orc, not one of those mindless beasts who only know how to kill. Don't you even know your own limitations? Trying to be a hero almost got you killed and went to meet the Beast God. Is that something to be proud of?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Li paused, her pale lips trembling slightly. When she turned to look at Fu Ying, her golden eyes rippled with emotion, but she didn't know how to explain: "I, I just..." Fu Ying handed her the roasted meat and said calmly, "I just wanted to protect you."

These words precisely exposed Yu Li's thoughts, which he was trying so hard to conceal. His face turned even paler as he slowly accepted the roasted meat from Fu Ying. His muscles were tense, and his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but his throat was so dry that he didn't know how to start.

In the quiet stillness of the crackling campfire, Fuying held a cup of warm water, taking a small sip; even during her pregnancy, she maintained such a healthy lifestyle.

"Why do you like me?" she suddenly asked, her voice as soft as snowflakes.

She tilted her head slightly to look at Yu Li, who was still somewhere between naive and mature.

He was exceptionally handsome, with sharp, sword-like eyebrows, long, narrow phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, a clean and crisp jawline, and striking facial features. Even in the dark of night, his brilliant blond hair still shone brightly, like shattered sunlight.

What's even more remarkable is his innate arrogance, as if he was born to stand at the top.

A young man like this shouldn't be someone who falls in love easily or casually likes any female.

Fu Ying thought about it carefully. During the time she spent in the Black Crocodile Swamp, she and Yu Li had hardly interacted and barely exchanged a few words. How could she have fallen in love with him? So much so that she would risk her life for him?
If she wanted to win someone over, she had plenty of ways to make the latter's heart flutter, but the problem was that she hadn't done anything!
She was genuinely curious.

When Fu Ying asked so bluntly, Yu Li's back suddenly tensed, and the burning pain in her wound intensified with her words.

He opened his mouth to deny it, but when he met Fuying's narrow, beautiful eyes, all his explanations stuck in his throat.

Fu Ying shrugged and shook her head, saying, "Fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't."

She stood up and walked towards the doorway in the mountain wall. Yu Li struggled to follow, but suddenly heard a voice coming from her back: "Hurry back to the tribe. Once we find the medicine and cure Wu, I will naturally let him go back. You don't need to come with me."

Yu Li stood frozen in place, her clenched fists trembling slightly, whether from pain or something else, she couldn't tell.

As the slender figure receded further and further away, Yu Li suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of panic welling up in her chest.

His golden pupils contracted sharply, a strong premonition gripping his heart. If he didn't speak his mind this time, he would never have another chance.

"What am I hesitating about?" Yu Li gave a self-deprecating smile.

Orcs are usually straightforward when it comes to courtship, never coy. When did he become like this?

Thinking of this, Yu Li suddenly propped herself up, her slender figure swaying twice in the firelight.

The wound on his back throbbed with excruciating pain from the tension of his body, but he paid no heed. After managing to steady himself, he shouted loudly at Fuying, "Fuying! I love you!"

I love your decisiveness, which sets you apart from other females!

"I admire that despite your strength, you still cherish every male!"

"I admire your courage to protect your partner even if it means going against the entire continent!"

Yu Lijin's golden hair was lifted by the night wind, and she staggered forward a few steps.

He was panting heavily, staring straight at Fuying: "I also like your moans when you're aroused."

Under the moonlight, the boy stubbornly straightened his back. Even though his wounds were painful and his vision was blurred, he still looked straight ahead, his eyes fixed on Fuying. This was the most straightforward courtship posture of an orc, open and sincere.

(End of this chapter)