The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 106: Square Dance Aunties

She ignored the spectators enjoying the show or giving her odd looks and directed her gaze to Mia, who was smugly basking in the attention on the field.

She couldn’t help but sneer inwardly: This girl is really overflowing with confidence; she hasn’t even started dancing but already has the posture of a victor.

"You’ll soon find out whether I can dance. Just watch closely; don’t get so angry that your nose gets twisted."

Luna Sutton’s lips curled with thick sarcasm. She wasn’t anxious to step onto the stage; instead, she stood there with her arms crossed.

Seeing Mia standing on the field, her complexion twisted and contorted in anger, her gaze fiery as she glared at her, Luna wasn’t bothered in the slightest.

She lifted her eyelids and rather impatiently urged, "If you’re going to dance, hurry up. Quit dragging your feet. Could it be that you’re getting cold feet at the last moment and don’t dare to dance?"

Mia, provoked by her words, looked even more unpleasant, wishing she could rush over and rip the mouth of this ugly freak. She snorted, "Luna Sutton, stop with this pretentious act. Don’t make a fool of yourself when the time comes."

She raised her chin, flicked her long hair gracefully, and began to dance.

Her movements were light, her actions smooth, indeed carrying some beauty.

She danced like a fluttering butterfly beside the bonfire.

Sometimes she spun, sometimes she leaped, her movements light and elegant, eliciting cheers from the Beastmen present.

Especially the young males, whose eyes were glued to her, eager to rush up and curry favor.

"Mia truly is the most beautiful female in our tribe. Her dance is so graceful, just like a fluttering butterfly. It’s truly beautiful."

"Haha, indeed. It’s a pity Mia’s eyes are set high and doesn’t fancy me, otherwise I’d want to be her eighth beast husband."

"Eighth beast husband? You dare say that, be careful of Wolf Fang and the other six causing trouble for you."

"Hehe, I was just kidding."

...

As Mia heard the discussions around her, her smile became even more radiant, though her eyes occasionally glanced towards Corbin Crowley and Rhys Blackwood in the crowd.

She wanted to see some reactions in their expressions.

Unfortunately, Corbin only slightly furrowed his brows, seemingly uninterested in this performance.

He was rather impatient, wondering why it wasn’t ending quickly; he wanted to see the "fat lady" dance.

Rhys still had a cold face, not even sparing a glance.

Seeing their reactions made Mia feel a bit disappointed.

But she quickly adjusted her mindset.

Hmph, Corbin and Rhys must have been astounded by her, but just felt embarrassed to show it.

Thinking this, she danced even more fervently, trying to unleash all her charm in an attempt to captivate Corbin and Rhys.

She hoped they’d fall at her feet, voicing confessions like, "I like you; I love you; I want to mate with you."

Maya Miller stood hidden in the crowd, watching her sister Mia dance gracefully, with a strained expression, her fingers unconsciously digging into her palm, eyes filled with chill deep down.

Luna Sutton didn’t notice Maya’s expression. Seeing Mia dance energetically but constantly glancing at Corbin and Rhys, she clicked her tongue twice, her gaze mocking.

But she didn’t take it to heart.

If Corbin and Rhys were interested in Mia, they wouldn’t wait until today.

If the original heroine Chloe Callahan were here, she might feel a bit threatened.

Thinking of Chloe Callahan, she wondered how she was faring in The Winged Tiger Tribe.

And what about the reborn malicious female, Pearl Vance? She wondered if the two had crossed paths.

Ah, it’s a pity not being able to watch the show up close; it’s like having a cat scratch at one’s heart, what a shame.

"System, how is Chloe Callahan faring over there?"

Inwardly, she couldn’t help but ask the system.

The system instantly perked up, teasing, "Host, Chloe Callahan’s side is lively. Pearl Vance is fighting tooth and nail with her, like daily grand opera performances, it’s truly spectacular."

"Oh? Quickly, tell me what’s going on!"

Luna Sutton instantly became interested, even forgetting her imminent "dance performance."

The system chuckled, leisurely began to narrate, "As soon as Chloe Callahan arrived at The Winged Tiger Tribe, Pearl Vance targeted her. After rebirth, Pearl Vance relied on memories from her previous life to replicate all of Chloe Callahan’s skills, like making food, weaving baskets, and foraging, in advance."

Pausing for a moment, it continued, "Chloe Callahan, upon reaching the tribe, planned to use these skills to gain a foothold, only to find that Pearl Vance had already taken her ’golden fingers,’ nearly exploding with anger."

She laughed at the story, thinking to herself, "Hahaha, isn’t Chloe Callahan about to be infuriated to death? How is she now?"

The system didn’t keep her in suspense, continuing, "Chloe Callahan is no pushover either. She suspected Pearl Vance was also a transmigrator since she understood those things, and kept probing her, but discovered nothing substantial. However, she found Pearl Vance couldn’t make certain items, like ceramics."

"Currently, Chloe Callahan is researching ceramics, but Pearl Vance keeps interfering. The two are in a battle of wits and courage, causing quite a mess, even blowing up Chloe Callahan’s carefully constructed kiln."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that chaotic scene is far more exciting than this one here!"

Luna Sutton marveled, "But with Chloe Callahan’s protagonist halo, no matter how much Pearl Vance stirs up trouble, she’ll likely lose in the end."

Inwardly, she pondered that since Chloe Callahan had already begun researching ceramics, she should also put more effort into quickly making ceramics herself.

The system paid no heed to the host’s thoughts, cynically retorting, "That’s not certain. After rebirth, Pearl Vance carries a certain ruthlessness, obsessed with revenge and changing her fate. Whether Chloe Callahan can outmatch her is hard to say."

She raised an eyebrow, "That would indeed be interesting; it’s a pity I can’t eat popcorn up close, truly a pity."

She stopped chatting with the system, redirecting her gaze back to Mia, who was still dancing energetically.

She pursed her lips, unable to hold back a small mutter, "Dancing like a public square dance auntie, yet these Beastmen are clapping enthusiastically, eyes mesmerized and passionate, as if they’re under some spell."

Although her voice was not loud, at the noisy bonfire gathering, Kian Sterling still heard her clearly.

Though he didn’t know what "public square dance auntie" meant, her words made him laugh out loud.

The laughter wasn’t loud but was exceptionally clear. His foxy eyes squinted slightly, containing a trace of subtle teasing.

His gaze swept over Mia, finally landing on Luna Sutton, the corners of his lips lifting in a meaningful curve.

"Public square dance auntie?"

He softly repeated, his voice carrying a hint of mockery, "That’s quite a fresh term, but... fairly accurate."

Luna Sutton didn’t expect Kian Sterling to overhear her muttering, her heart tightened, but outwardly she pretended to be calm, clearing her throat, "Kian, your ears are quite keen."

Kian chuckled softly, his tone gentle yet teasing, "Can’t be helped, some people’s voices are always so ’attention-grabbing’, right?"

She twitched her mouth, inwardly cursing: This guy sure is cunning, outwardly gentle but inwardly full of mischief!

She couldn’t be bothered to keep up the banter with him, her gaze returning to Mia in the field.

Mia was energetically spinning and leaping, as if to unleash all her charm.

But in Luna Sutton’s eyes, this dance looked increasingly like a public square dance auntie performing "Little Apple."

Especially that kind of "my dance is the best" confidence; it’s exactly the same.

"Tsk, who gave her the confidence to dance like that?"

She tutted lightly, her gaze shifting to the side where Corbin, Rhys, Zeke, and Malachi were gathered, thinking, "Can’t imagine how these handsome guys manage not to laugh."

At this moment, she felt less nervous. Even if she couldn’t dance, having watched those videos during the apocalypse, no matter how she danced it wouldn’t be worse than this.

Kian Sterling listened to her words, the mirth in his eyes growing deeper, softly murmuring, "You also find her dance moves quite ’unique’?"

Luna Sutton turned her gaze to Kian Sterling, unreservedly mocking, "Not just unique, but ’one of a kind’."

Kian chuckled again, his voice low and pleasant, "Then when you hit the stage later, you must ’stun’ the whole audience, eh."

She paused for a second, realizing the guy was teasing her, glaring back and huffing, "Don’t worry, I’ll ’stun’ you till you question your existence!"

Kian raised an eyebrow, his tone playful, "I’ll be watching with great interest."