The Wicked Female Is Wild and Scheming, Living in a Love Battlefield Every Day-Chapter 96: Leaving the Valley Floor

The night fell, stars scattered across the sky, with the bright moon hanging high.

Luna Sutton saw that it was getting dark, so she collected the blood-red wolf skin laid outside to dry. After a whole day of sun exposure, it was almost dry.

The night was chilly, so it was just right to cover her belly.

During her period, warmth was especially needed.

She was about to carry the wolf skin back to the cave.

Suddenly, the system’s voice echoed in her ear: "Ding, congratulations to the host for completing the hidden mission two. Quinn Morgan successfully survived for three days, rewarding you with an iron tools set: one kitchen knife, one axe, and one shovel. The rewards have been automatically issued into the system backpack. Please check it yourself."

Her footsteps paused, listening closely to what the system said, her expression full of delight.

The night Quinn Morgan escaped triggered a hidden task, where the lousy system tasked her with assisting Quinn Morgan in successfully escaping.

At that time, she was very resistant to this task.

Whether Quinn Morgan survived or not, it wasn’t related to her.

The lousy system said, because the two were mother and daughter, there was an undeniably strong blood relation.

Plus, it was she who guided Lyle Sutton to discover Quinn Morgan’s adultery, leading to this catastrophe, and she had to resolve the cause and effect.

Even if she couldn’t successfully aid Quinn Morgan’s escape, she had to preserve her life for three days.

Otherwise, it would affect her luck and whatnot.

To not impact her luck, she could only begrudgingly accept this task, shamelessly following along.

Unexpectedly, three days had already passed.

Knowing that the task was completed, she breathed a sigh of relief.

This karmic connection was finished, and whether Quinn Morgan lived or died afterward was no longer her concern.

She breathed a sigh of relief again, quickly opened the system backpack, and indeed found three additional iron tools inside.

A kitchen knife, an axe, and a shovel.

Although these three items were not much, in this Stone Age era, they were extremely precious.

Especially the kitchen knife, incredibly sharp, perfect for slicing meat and chopping bones, incredibly convenient.

And the axe looked great too, definitely a handy tool for chopping wood and felling trees.

As for the shovel, it could be used for digging and planting vegetables, very useful.

Her heart surged with excitement while looking at the three iron tools lying quietly in the backpack.

With a thought, she extracted the iron tools set, weighed them in her hand, and displayed a satisfied smile.

The iron tools set was even better than she had imagined, holding them was substantial with a good weight.

Moreover, the quality of these iron tools was exceptional, extraordinarily sharp, gleaming in flashes of cold glint, evidently useful.

She put the items back in the system backpack, happily carrying the dried wolf skin back to the cave.

She glanced up and saw Corbin Crowley sitting by the fire pit in the center of the cave, holding a piece of roasted meat, slowly biting into it.

The firelight outlined the sharp contours of his side face, his silver eyes flickered with a cold gleam under the flame’s reflection, appearing dangerous and alluring.

Luna Sutton entered the cave holding the wolf skin, noticing a piece of fragrant roasted meat remained untouched by the fire.

It was evidently left for her.

Corbin Crowley raised his head and glanced at her, his eyes pausing over the wolf skin in her arms, his expression indifferent, seemingly unconcerned.

She carelessly tossed the wolf skin onto the pile of dry grass on the ground and effortlessly picked up the roasted meat beside the fire pit, biting in without hesitation.

Crispy on the outside and tender inside, sprinkled with some salt, tasted good.

Although eating too much roasted meat could easily lead to constipation and heatiness.

Fortunately, wild fruits were abundant all over, solving this issue easily.

After finishing the roasted meat, she wiped her mouth and went to the Umbraflow river to wash, only to find the lousy man following behind, eyeing her intensely, with unclear intentions.

Recalling last night’s events, and that she was currently in her heat period, emitting a special scent.

Could the lousy man be thinking of that?

With this thought, her face flushed involuntarily, yet she desperately tried to maintain composure.

"Hey, don’t follow me."

Luna Sutton couldn’t help but glare back at him, exclaiming loudly.

Corbin Crowley’s silver eyes narrowed slightly, the corner of his mouth curved in a faintly mocking way, "Who said I was following you? Can’t I bathe by the river?"

As he spoke, he lasciviously tore off the beast skin around his waist, moving toward her with bare skin.

The scene was not ordinary shocking.

She stared wide-eyed, watching Corbin Crowley’s nonchalant appearance, face blushing as if it could drip blood, heart pounding.

Her gaze instinctively shifted elsewhere, yet couldn’t help but steal glances with her peripheral vision, saying blushingly, "Could you... could you show a bit more shame and put it back on!"

Corbin Crowley caught sight of her flushed profile, jesting, "Shame? In this beast world, who cares about that? Besides, it’s not like you haven’t seen it before."

His words left Luna Sutton stumped and speechless, her cheeks burning, thinking secretly to herself: "The customs of this beast world are so outrageously open!"

She instinctively wanted to flee, but her feet wouldn’t budge as if weighed down.

An odd feeling suddenly arose within her, unlike the innocent girl she used to be after last night’s incident.

Of course, she understood what this special feeling was.

Instantly embarrassed, her toes curled, her face flushing deeper.

Curse this heat period, how much longer would it last?

Corbin Crowley took her unusual change of expression fully in view, raising his eyebrow, the arc of his mouth deepening.

His steps quickly closed in, turning her face towards his, forcing her to look at him, "Weren’t you quite proactive last night? Why are you dodging now?"

With that, Luna Sutton felt her face burning, about to retort.

In the next moment, her body was lifted off the ground, and she was suddenly swept away by Corbin Crowley.

The direction was the small grove from last night.

Realizing what would happen next, she struggled to get down.

But Corbin Crowley’s arms held her tightly like iron clasps, rendering her immovable.

"Put me down!"

She whispered, her expression and tone flustered greatly.

It wasn’t that she disliked him or resisted his closeness, but she was truly frightened by last night’s ordeal.

This lousy man was entirely beastly.

Corbin Crowley not only didn’t release her but held her tighter, his silver eyes gleaming dangerously under the moonlight, taunting, "Put you down? Don’t you really need me now? Are you sure you want to get off?"

Of course, Luna Sutton understood what he meant by this.

She was momentarily speechless, her face ablaze.

She felt as though her thoughts were instantly seen through, her shame overflowing.

"Who... who needs you!"

She argued adamantly, but her voice was weak, sounding entirely unconvincing.

"If you don’t need me, why did you try so hard to seduce me last night?"

Corbin Crowley retorted coldly, unceremoniously exposing her, continuing, "Or do you think I’m not good enough, wanting to try another beastman?"

His expression and tone turned somewhat cold toward the latter part.

Luna Sutton noticed his change in expression and tone, hesitating for a moment.

Recalling what happened with Jett during the day, she was indeed somewhat afraid of being misunderstood.

If her goodwill fell below the negative mark again, she would truly cry to death.

That heart-stopping feeling was indescribable.

"It was nothing, just scared by your antics last night."

She stopped resisting, shrinking like a quail in his embrace, her face still hopelessly red.

Corbin Crowley’s expression improved significantly upon hearing this, saying nothing more, holding her tightly as he headed straight to the small grove from last night.

Moonlight spilled through the leaves, casting dappled shadows, a night breeze blowing coolness.

Everything afterward flowed naturally; Corbin Crowley was much gentler tonight, less unpleasant, and instead provided another kind of experience.

They stayed at the bottom of the cliff for a week, with Corbin Crowley helping Finn Arcanus and the others sun-dry salt during the day, while pulling her into the small grove for pleasurable times at night.

Only after her heat period ended did they leave with collected salt and salt stone from the bottom of the cliff.

Upon leaving, Jett was left to watch here, while the rest of the beastmen returned to the tribe.

Naturally, Quinn Morgan also followed back.