The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 110: Enduring for Delicious Food!

Thinking about how Malachi enjoys the food she makes, Luna suddenly grinned and said, "Malachi, if you’re willing to go up and perform a piece, I’ll make delicious food for you for three days in a row. How about it?"

Malachi raised an eyebrow, his gaze landing on Luna Sutton’s face with a hint of inquiry: "Three days?"

Luna Sutton immediately seized the opportunity, smiling like a sly fox: "Yes, three days! Whatever you want to eat, I’ll make it for you, guaranteed to satisfy you."

Malachi was silent for a few seconds, his expression indifferent, but the corner of his mouth raised in a barely noticeable arc: "Deal."

Although he disliked this kind of occasion and loathed those females’ infatuated gazes, for the sake of gourmet food, performing isn’t out of the question.

He walked toward the center of the bonfire party, and the entire place instantly fell silent.

Everyone widened their eyes, their gaze fixed on him.

Especially those females, though they usually feared Malachi a bit, they couldn’t help but show an infatuated and fervent expression upon seeing him take the initiative to perform.

"Oh my god! Malachi is actually going to perform!"

"Doesn’t he hate this kind of occasion the most? What’s up with him today?"

"Whatever, seeing him perform is an extremely rare opportunity."

Luna Sutton stood aside, the corner of her mouth slightly raised, feeling quite pleased.

Indeed, food is the best weapon to deal with these Beast Husbands.

Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, Kian Sterling, and Zeke Veridian were all very surprised to see Malachi go up on stage.

Zeke could hardly believe Malachi would take the initiative to perform.

His gaze ’shushed’ as it instantly fell on Luna Sutton, his emerald green eyes full of inquiry.

She has some skill to be able to entice Malachi to perform voluntarily.

At that moment, Malachi had already reached the center of the field, his black beast-skin attire making his figure even more slender, his eight-pack abs faintly visible, exuding wild charm, and his handsome face looking unrestrained.

He glanced at Luna Sutton, his high-bridged, deep-eyed face curving into a pompous smile.

Then he began to perform.

Golden body proportions, wild aura, eight-pack abs, a beautiful V-line, absolutely mesmerizing.

Entirely on par with Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, and Kian Sterling.

Even more wildly.

He mimicked the fierceness and swift agility of the Nether-dark Wolf, his movements quick and fierce, each leap seemingly able to break through the sky, each landing stable and strong.

The entire audience was deeply captivated by his performance, especially those females, whose gazes toward him became even more fervent.

"Wow, Malachi is so wild, so fierce, but also so handsome."

"His abdominal muscles are really symmetrical, each section separately, making me nearly drool."

After the performance ended, Malachi walked up to Luna Sutton, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Remember what you promised me."

Luna Sutton nodded slightly, the promises she made would certainly not be broken: "Don’t worry, just come over to my place to eat directly tomorrow."

Malachi was assured upon hearing this, just about to find a dark place to stay.

Just then, Zeke walked over, sweeping his gaze between Luna Sutton and Malachi, sarcastically stating: "Huh, quite rare to see Malachi perform. Luna Sutton, what trick did you use?"

Luna Sutton rolled her eyes: "Zeke, saying it like that’s just not meaningful. What kind of trick could I use? I merely made a small suggestion."

"Suggestion?"

Zeke raised his eyebrow, "What suggestion could make a guy like Malachi, who’s so out of place, perform on stage?"

"The temptation of food."

Luna Sutton openly said, "I promised him as long as he performed, I’d make delicious food for him for three consecutive days."

She smiled at Zeke, stepping closer, "So, how about it? Do you want to go up and perform a piece too? If you agree, I’ll also make delicious food for you for three days in a row."

Upon hearing this, Zeke, Corbin Crowley, Rhys Blackwood, and Kian Sterling were all stunned.

Without waiting for Zeke’s reaction.

Corbin Crowley had already walked over, his face a bit dark: "So you promised to make him delicious food just to get him on stage? What about us?"

The atmosphere at the scene instantly became a bit delicate.

Luna Sutton, looking at Corbin Crowley’s face, as black as the bottom of a pot, felt extremely speechless internally.

This dog of a man, being openly jealous, not hiding it at all.

Before she could speak, Rhys Blackwood and Kian Sterling also walked over, their eyes fixed intensely on her, a hint of dissatisfaction within them.

"What about us?"

Rhys Blackwood spoke coldly, his voice deep, carrying a tone of interrogation.

Kian Sterling still wore a gentle smile, but his gaze held an undeniable pressure: "Cynthia, you can’t favor some over others, you know～"

Speaking slowly at the end, his voice intentionally elongated, twisting and turning like a hook with a line.

Luna Sutton: "..."

Listening to Kian Sterling’s deliberately elongated tone and the curve of his eye tail, the corner of her mouth twitched.

This old fox, actually using a charm skill on her.

She coughed lightly, quickly regaining her focus, laughing awkwardly, "Hehe, you’ve misunderstood. How could I favor some over others? As long as you each agree to one condition, I’ll make delicious food for you all."

The few of them were stunned again.

Corbin Crowley was the first to speak, his silver eyes watching her, frowning, "What conditions?"

Luna Sutton glanced at him, not immediately replying.

Her gaze swiftly landed on Zeke Veridian’s face, speaking bluntly, "Perform a piece right now, and that counts as one for you."

She didn’t care about Zeke’s reaction, her gaze moving toward Rhys Blackwood, staring at that cold but slightly nervous face, coughing dryly, "Rhys Blackwood, wait and dance a song with me."

As soon as the words fell, Rhys Blackwood’s cold face instantly shattered, as if struck by lightning.

Dance a song?

She couldn’t have imagined Luna Sutton would propose such an outrageous request.

His eyes were bewildered, then quickly returned to that icy demeanor. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

But the tips of his ears faintly blushing, clearly flustered by this suggestion.

"Dance?"

Rhys Blackwood coldly repeated, his voice somewhat stiff, "Are you sure?"

Luna Sutton nodded seriously, a sly glint in her eyes: "Of course I’m sure, what’s wrong, you don’t dare?"

Rhys Blackwood frowned slightly, "I don’t know how to dance."

"If you don’t know, then learn!"

She laughed like a cunning fox, leaning close to him and whispering, "Besides, I’ll teach you, promise you’ll dance better than anyone else."

Rhys Blackwood: "..."

He was silent for a few seconds, seemingly weighing the pros and cons, eventually nodding lightly with a cold face: "Alright, I agree."

Seeing Rhys Blackwood agree, she was elated internally.

Finally having sorted out this ice-cold face, once the two dance a song together, she would receive a mysterious big package.

She was busy happily, completely unaware of Corbin Crowley’s face going dark suddenly, and Kian Sterling’s deep and intense gaze.

Zeke at this moment actually secretly sighed in relief, glad it was just letting him perform, not dance a song.

If he had to dance a song with a fat woman, he’d probably rather starve.

Seemingly afraid Luna Sutton would go back on her word, or suddenly change conditions.

Quickly taking off his upper body beast-skin attire, revealing his well-built upper body, distinct lines, abdominal muscles faintly visible, eliciting sharp screams from the surrounding females.

He swiftly scanned the surroundings coldly, frowning slightly, clearly annoyed by these infatuated reactions.

However, for the sake of gourmet food, he bore it.

Start mimicking the elegance and swift of the Azure Moon Wolf.

Though not as wild as Malachi, every movement carried a cool beauty, like a lone wolf king walking under the moon, proud and noble.

The whole audience once again burst into fervor, captivated by Zeke’s performance.

The females present sent enthusiastic cheers, their gazes passionate.

"Wow! So handsome, it’s cold white skin, really want to touch, if only I could mate with him."

"Hehe, you do dare to think, be careful he doesn’t tear you to pieces!"

...

In the middle of performing, Zeke heard these discussions, instantly feeling terribly disgusted, his expression like he’d eaten shit.

Still a big pile.

A graceful landing, instantly rising on the spot, abruptly ending the performance.

If it continued, he’d really be unable to resist opening his sarcastic mode.

It’s really too disgusting.