As she spoke, she scratched nonstop. "How is it getting even itchier?"
Wu Yue turned and flashed Yuan Lang a brilliant, toothy grin.
Although it was meant to be a wicked smile, for some reason, the Beastman found it utterly adorable and charming.
The Beastman's deep eyes instantly darkened, and the large hand that had been toying with a blade of grass clenched into a fist.
Only he knew how violently his heart was pounding in that moment.
A moment later, a roguish smile spread across the Beastman's handsome face, and his gaze toward Wu Yue took on a deeper meaning.
His gaze was so scorching it seemed ready to melt the young female from a distance.
Feeling a burning heat on her back, Wu Yue turned around, only to see the Beastman watching her with a placid expression.
She pursed her lips, took a small, dirt-yellow root from the pouch at her side, and sliced it thinly with her shell knife.
She took Grandma Hua Shu's hand and began rubbing the slices on the patches of red rash.
