The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 90: Delicate Little Beauty

Cynthia sighed and had to find a way to solve it herself.

She got up and put on a Beast Skin Skirt. Although it felt empty inside, it could at least cover her body.

She wasn’t very used to it.

Stepping out of the cave, she picked some relatively soft, large broad leaves nearby and, using slender, tender vines, strung the leaves together to weave something like pants to wear.

She put on a sanitary pad, and with the Beast Skin Skirt covering it, no one could see what it was.

It was early morning, the sun had just risen, and golden sunlight sprinkled across the mountains and forests, bringing a slight chill with the refreshing morning dew.

Cynthia stood at the cave entrance, stretching lazily, feeling the gentle morning breeze as if the fatigue of last night was washed away by it.

Stepping through the dense forest, she arrived at the banks of Umbraflow, crouched down, and took a sip of water to rinse her mouth.

Just as she was about to wash her face, she suddenly felt something was off.

Huh? When did my nose become so delicate and upright?

I have to say, this nose looks pretty nice, and the whole face looked more refined because of it.

Cynthia stared in astonishment at the reflection in the water, her hand unconsciously touching the bridge of her nose.

The reflection in the water was of a petite and exquisite nose, completely different from the flat upturned nose she had before.

She suddenly recalled that when she passed out last night, there seemed to be system notifications in her mind.

She couldn’t really remember what exactly was said.

She only knew that she completed a side quest and obtained 50 bags of tissue paper.

Apparently, the dog man’s affection level also increased, but she didn’t hear how much it went up.

She hadn’t had a chance to check this morning either.

"System, did you modify my nose?"

She gently caressed her nose, asking the system in her mind.

The system replied lightly, "Last night, Corbin Crowley’s affection level skyrocketed to 60, reaching the affection stage. The host received the reward ’Petite Exquisite Nose’; it was modified when the reward was given out. How do you like it?"

Cynthia was naturally satisfied; who wouldn’t be with such a pretty nose?

The effect was akin to plastic surgery.

However, she remembered the last check showed the dog man’s affection level at 0.

Previously, it was always in the negative numbers, and she had to put in a lot of effort to start a gourmet strategy to raise the affection level to 0.

She hadn’t heard anything about an increase in affection level in recent days.

Unexpectedly, after last night, the affection level jumped straight to 60, reaching the affection stage.

Cynthia’s lips twitched hard, wondering what kind of magic operation this was.

Could it be that this dog man thinks with his nether regions? Sleeping with him once caused affection level to explode?

If she slept with him a few more times, wouldn’t the affection level max out directly?

Thinking about this possibility, her lips twitched again.

The way to increase affection level was really straightforward and brutal.

However, recalling the miserable experience of last night, she shivered uncontrollably, internally cursing herself for being crazy to think of using such a method to increase affection level.

The dog man is simply inhumane.

Thinking about it, she continued to ask internally, "System, besides that, is there no other way to increase affection level?"

The system rolled its eyes humanely, disdainfully saying, "Since this method is effective, keep going. After all, you are partners. This kind of thing is perfectly normal."

Cynthia: "..."

Her lips twitched even harder. This dog system is getting more and more unserious, daring to suggest any lousy idea.

She felt a deep sense of contempt, deciding to ignore the dog system.

Thinking she had already completed the side quest, she asked again, "The 50 bags of tissue paper I was rewarded with, where are they? You wouldn’t think of embezzling them, would you?"

It’s not that she didn’t trust the system, but this dog system was too tricky.

Upon hearing her words, the system instantly expressed dissatisfaction, "This system is fair and just; how could I embezzle the host’s items? Host, please don’t accuse me. The reward has been given to the system backpack; can’t you check it yourself?"

Cynthia pouted speechlessly and decided not to continue arguing. With a thought, she opened the system backpack.

Sure enough, she saw a small square where tissue paper was placed, with the number 50 displayed below.

She gently tapped on the small square, choosing a quantity of 1, and confirmed to take it out.

In an instant, a pack of tissue paper fell onto the grass.

The plastic packaging depicted a few green bamboo leaves, fresh and elegant, without any brand name.

Inside the plastic bag were rolls of snow-white tissue, ten in total.

She picked up the tissue, looking extremely happy.

With this tissue paper, she no longer needed to use leaves to wipe her butt.

Each time she thought of using leaves to wipe, she remembered how awkward it was.

The slightest force would tear the leaves, and if not careful, fingers could get stained with poop.

It truly was as awkward as it could be.

Fortunately, those embarrassing days would never return.

She cherished the tissue paper like a treasure, hiding it in the system backpack, afraid anyone would see it.

First, it was hard to explain, and second, if others learned the purpose of the tissue paper, everyone would come asking her for it, so would she give it or not?

Only 50 bags in total, used up and no more, how could she bear to give them away?

She gazed at her reflection in the river water, looking at the delicate upturned nose, and her lips couldn’t help but curl into a smile; her mood was excellent.

Indeed, after the nose became more refined, the whole face looked considerably better, and her attractiveness level increased by several notches.

If it were her prior ugly nose, even if slimmer, it definitely wouldn’t look as good as now.

Sure enough, attractiveness is justice.

She suddenly wanted to check if there were any changes in the data.

Thinking this, she opened the system interface.

Host: Cynthia

Age: 16

Charm Value: 65

Appearance Value: 65 (Delicate Little Beauty, Voluptuous Beauty)

Health Value: 75

Weight: 170 pounds (Still Overdue)

Skills: Wood Element Ability (Level 2)

Target Strategy and Affection Level.

Corbin Crowley: 60 (Affection)

Rhys Blackwood: 10 (No Affection)

Zeke Veridian: 30 (No Affection)

Kian Sterling: 15 (No Affection)

Malachi Arcanus: 25 (No Affection)

She quickly skimmed through the various data.

Discovering that both Charm Value and Appearance Value reached 65.

Especially the Appearance Value section, with an extra line: (Delicate Little Beauty, Voluptuous Beauty.)

Her lips twitched; the description was pretty apt.

But at least she wasn’t ugly anymore, turning into as delicate little beauty.

Health Value didn’t change, still at 75.

Weight was 170, down 10 pounds from last time, presumably related to being busy drying salts.

Working up a sweat daily, who wouldn’t lose weight?

Though the weight was still overdue, she wasn’t in a hurry to take the remaining Weight Loss Pill.

The system just modified her nose, making a noticeable change in appearance. If she suddenly slimmed down, it might be hard to explain.

Her gaze fell on the system page and continued looking down.

The Affection Levels of a few Beast Husbands.

Aside from Corbin Crowley’s affection level changing from 0 to 60, none of the other four had any change in affection level.

After reviewing all the data, she flicked the page away.

Thinking she hadn’t had breakfast yet.

Her gaze fell on the river, watching the Silver Moon Tail Fish swimming back and forth.

Just as she was about to catch two for grilling as breakfast, a piece of fragrant roasted meat was handed to her.

She was slightly startled, looked up, and saw Corbin Crowley had somehow appeared beside her, holding a piece of mouth-watering roasted meat and staring unnaturally at her.

Cynthia looked at the roasted meat handed to her, appeared somewhat surprised and asked half-jokingly, "Is this roast meat for me?"

She and the dog man always ate separately, let alone giving her roasted meat.

Unexpectedly, after last night, he seemed to change.

Corbin Crowley looked increasingly displeased by her half-joking eyes, dark-faced, "You’re so weak, like a chicken, eat some meat to supplement so you don’t pass out again next time."

She burst into laughter.

Seeing Corbin Crowley’s face growing darker, she wisely raised her hand to take the roasted meat from him, taking a bite, her mouth mumbling, "I seem to remember someone telling me to lose weight, and even set a goal to lose 50 pounds in a month. Now you’re not afraid I’ll turn into a fat woman from eating?"