Sang Luo ran out of the junkyard. The bloodstains on her tattered clothes had dried and turned foul. The mix of smells was absolutely putrid! Even she couldn't stand it!
There happened to be a small stream at the bottom of the valley ahead. Lan Cang carried her over to wash up, left her with a "Call me if you need anything," then turned and went to wait in the nearby woods.
Sang Luo quickly stripped off her dirty clothes and submerged half her body in the cool water, meticulously scrubbing herself clean.
Her wounds hadn't healed yet, and the pain made her suck in a sharp breath. She kept her head down, trying her best to avoid the scabbed areas as she washed.
Suddenly, a tall, imposing reflection appeared on the water's surface.
Lan Cang had returned at some point. He tossed her a clean set of clothes and a towel, then vanished on the spot.
"..."
Sang Luo pulled the clothes off her head, took a combat-style bath, and quickly got out of the water. She dried her body and dripping hair with the towel, threw on the clothes, and went to find him.
The man's face looked quite young, as if he'd only reached adulthood a few years ago, yet he was a giant, nearly 1.9 meters tall. When Sang Luo put on his shirt, the hem almost reached her knees.
Lan Cang was leaning against a tree. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned his head, and a flash of astonishment crossed his eyes.
The female's facial injuries hadn't healed, but her almond-shaped eyes were exceptionally beautiful. Now that she had washed away all the filth, her unblemished skin was very fair. The outer shirt had no buttons and was simply draped over her, revealing a hint of her collarbone, the faint outline of her delicate curves, and a pair of long, lovely calves beneath the hem.
The foul odor was gone, replaced by a sweet, alluring, and subtle natural fragrance.
Lan Cang's gaze lingered on her for only a brief moment before he hastily looked away. He lowered his head, not daring to sneak another peek, and transformed into his beast form, lying down in front of her.
"The ground is dirty. Get on."
Sang Luo caught a glimpse of his bright red ear tips. 'So innocent.'
The mountain path was covered in loose rocks, and Sang Luo had no shoes. She wasn't one to be difficult, though. She sat on the back of the giant black wolf, which was a good three to four meters long. Feeling the surprisingly real, plush fur under her hand, she sighed. 'Looks like I really have transmigrated.'
'A Beastman World where people transform into living beasts...'
She sighed. 'I wonder if I'll ever have a chance to go back.'
After Lan Cang brought her back to his home, he left again for a while and returned with a few sets of female clothing to change into.
Female Beastmen were generally quite tall, especially the carnivorous ones, who could easily be 1.7 or 1.8 meters tall. These few linen dresses were also a bit large on Sang Luo, but she wasn't in a position to be picky. As long as they covered her, it was enough.
"You... you must be hungry. I'll go make some food." He went to the kitchen.
Lan Cang had no experience taking care of females; the number of times he'd been alone with one in his entire life could be counted on one hand. Before, he only had to worry about feeding himself. Now, with a small female to care for in his home, he was a bit flustered and clumsy.
There was still some food left in the refrigerator. Lan Cang busied himself in the kitchen for a long while before emerging with a bowl of decent-looking creamy meat soup. It was steaming hot and smelled tantalizing.
Sang Luo obediently took the bowl. She blew on the thin layer of white foam on the surface, took a small sip of the soup, and her eyes lit up.
'Delicious!'
'This guy is a really good cook!'
Seeing her gulp down the soup in a few mouthfuls, Lan Cang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to the kitchen to get her another bowl.
After two large bowls of the delicious, rich meat soup, a pleasant warmth spread through her stomach, and drowsiness began to creep in.
It was getting late. Lan Cang carried her to the bedroom. The bed had already been tidied up and fitted with fresh bedding.
When she saw him turn to leave, Sang Luo became wide awake and shot out a hand to grab him tightly.
After the extreme ups and downs and sheer terror she had experienced that day, the young Beastman before her gave her a sense of security she hadn't felt in a long time. She instinctively wanted to rely on him.
"There's only one bed in the room. You get some rest. I'll make a bed on the floor in the outer room. You can call me anytime if you need something." Lan Cang met her bewildered, helpless, watery almond eyes, and the softest part of his heart was touched.
It had been a long time since someone had relied on him like this.
Ever since he was severely injured, Lan Cang had faced constant ridicule, both overt and subtle. No one could bear the fall from Heaven into a mire, to be trampled on and humiliated. The young and proud Lan Cang was no exception. Over the past few years, he had grown increasingly world-weary and had even contemplated suicide...
At this moment, he suddenly felt that having a small female to take care of... seemed... not so bad after all.
Even his days had a new sense of purpose.
"In a little while, the surrounding cities and tribes will be organizing a trade market. I'll get some more things then, buy you some daily clothes and washing supplies." He didn't even notice that his own voice had softened considerably. He leaned down, kissed the little female's forehead, tucked her in, turned off the light, and went to the front room.