Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off-Chapter 346: Pulling Heart Strings

The entire treehouse finally became silent.

Upstairs, Su Qinglan was fast asleep in Hu Yan’s arms, her body finally getting the rest it needed. Even the cubs had eventually drifted off, huddled together in a warm, fuzzy pile in their basket.

Downstairs, the only sounds were the crackling of the fire and the quiet movement of Han Jue and Rong Ye.

Han Jue was focused on the cooking, the smell of savory meat stew filling the air.

Rong Ye was nearby, moving quietly as he packed some dried food and essential items into a small bag. They didn’t talk; they both knew they had to be ready for anything once the sun came up.

On the floor, Shi Feng let out a low, painful groan. His eyes fluttered open, but his vision was blurry.

He stared at the ceiling for a long time, feeling completely groggy. He didn’t know where he was or how much time had passed.

"What... what happened?" he whispered, his voice dry like sand.

He slowly tried to sit up, expecting the sharp, tearing pain of his wounds to scream at him.

He remembered the feeling of Xuan Long’s claws and the crushing weight of the snake’s body. But as he moved, he realized his body only held a dull ache. There was no agony.

He looked down at his chest and was shocked. He ran his fingers over the faint, pink scars that covered his skin. The deep, life-threatening gashes were gone. They had been replaced by smooth, healed flesh.

"She saved me," he murmured.

He realized he was in Su Qinglan’s house. He could smell her faint, sweet scent everywhere.

It was a smell that made his heart beat faster. He looked over at the bed nearby and saw the three cubs sleeping peacefully in a basket. He realized then that he had been left to lie on the cold floor.

He didn’t feel angry about the floor.

Instead, he felt a strange sense of warmth. She was a witch doctor or something even more powerful. She bring him back from the edge of death.

Shi Feng forced himself to stand up. His legs were a bit shaky, but he could walk. He followed the light coming from the cooking area and stepped outside the room.

He saw Han Jue stirring a pot and Rong Ye tying up a hide bag. The two men didn’t even look up at first, their faces cold and focused.

"You’re awake," Han Jue said without turning around. His voice was like ice, showing that he wasn’t happy to see the Lion King standing in his personal space.

Shi Feng leaned against the doorframe, looking at them. "Where is she?"

Han Jue stopped stirring the pot and looked directly at Shi Feng. His eyes were cold and full of suspicion. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"How did you defeat Xuan Long?" he asked bluntly. "He is a powerful beastman with ancient blood. A lion should not have been able to win against him so easily."

Shi Feng didn’t even respond. He didn’t look at Han Jue, and he didn’t offer an explanation.

He just walked toward the stove, sniffing the air to see what was being cooked. He acted like he was a guest in a fine hotel rather than a man who had just been beaten half to death.

Han Jue’s expression darkened. His grip on the wooden spoon tightened until his knuckles turned white.

He realized that Shi Feng was going to be stubborn and ignore him completely.

Since the Lion King wasn’t talking, Han Jue decided to treat him like air. He turned back to the stew and ignored him right back.

However, Shi Feng didn’t just sit down. He looked around the kitchen and found some work to do. He saw a pile of firewood that needed to be moved.

Even though Han Jue and Rong Ye didn’t welcome him at all and gave him dirty looks, Shi Feng didn’t mind.

He actually felt very content.

In his mind, he had already won the challenge. According to the rules of the forest, he had faced the strongest husband and stood his ground.

Now, he felt he had every right to stand in this house. All he needed was for Su Qinglan to accept him and give him her female totem, and he would officially be her husband. No one could question his place here anymore.

Just as the three men were busy with their tasks in a tense, awkward silence, a soft, sleepy voice drifted down from the upper floor.

"Hu Yan...?"

It was Su Qinglan. Her voice was thin and sweet, still heavy with sleep.

A second later, they heard Hu Yan’s deep, rumbling voice responding to her, whispering comfort.

The three men downstairs froze. That sensational, soft voice immediately pulled at their heartstrings.

Han Jue and Rong Ye felt a rush of affection, while Shi Feng’s ears perked up like a predator catching a scent.

"Hu Yan... help me..."

Her voice wasn’t just sleepy; it was incredibly feminine and low, sounding like a sweet song that pulled at their hearts.

She was clearly still in Hu Yan’s arms, whispering to him with a tone so intimate it made the air in the room feel thick.

Han Jue and Rong Ye were stunned. They knew her voice well, but hearing her sound so vulnerable and sultry made their blood rush.

They felt a mix of intense love and a sudden spike of jealousy toward Hu Yan, who was lucky enough to be up there with her.

But the most affected was Shi Feng.

The Lion King stood frozen by the firewood, his heart slamming against his ribs. He had never heard a female sound like that.

It was the kind of voice that made a man want to surrender everything just to protect her.

Shi Feng’s pupils dilated, and his breathing became heavy. He felt a heat in his chest that had nothing to do with the fire.

Just hearing her whisper another man’s name in that way made him want to rush up the stairs and replace Hu Yan immediately.