Surviving in the Beast World with a System

Chapter 248: Shedding

The blizzard outside the cave continued to rage, but Yuan Lang’s gaze on the female beside him grew deeper.

A fiery emotion swirled in his eyes, making their already deep color even darker. The Beastman, who had been lounging lazily just moments before, was suddenly enveloped in a dangerous aura.

A moment later, he abruptly lifted his massive tiger head and looked at the deep blue salt crystal wall behind the female. His slightly suppressed, heavy panting sounded exceptionally alluring in the pitch-black cave.

However, aside from the sleeping Wu Yue, the only others in the cave were a group of Beastman Warriors, all sleeping like logs.

Fighting the urge to get up, the Beastman stared resentfully at Wu Yue’s pale, slender little face for a long time. Then, gritting his teeth, he moved her feet, which were still rubbing against a certain part of him, onto his belly.

A moment later, the little female just smacked her lips but didn’t change her position. Only then did Yuan Lang let out a deep sigh.

Perhaps because she had gone to sleep rather early yesterday, Wu Yue woke up unusually early, before the sky had even lightened.

The feeling of warmth all around her made her subconsciously nuzzle the fluffy tiger paw in her arms. It suddenly reminded her of her own little kitty.

’Wait a minute!!!’

She froze mid-nuzzle. With a stiff expression, she followed the fluffy paw upward with her eyes, and her astonished gaze instantly fell into a pair of deep, dark eyes.

"How does it feel? Comfy?"

Wu Yue gave an awkward, dry laugh. She looked at the slightly messy fur on the tiger paw in her hands and fawningly smoothed it out with great care.

"Hehe, there, all better now. As for the feel, it’s absolutely top-notch. Even fur treated with nutrient paste couldn’t compare."

Yuan Lang stood up and shook his fur.

Instantly, a few strands of snow-white tiger fur drifted down, some of them landing on Wu Yue’s arm.

Wu Yue looked with amusement at the big ol’ tiger who had now stood up beside her. "Yuan Lang, you’re shedding."

Hearing this, the Beastman turned his massive tiger head to look at her, his deep eyes fixed on the gloating little female. "Only the side near you is shedding."

With that, he sat down leisurely to the side, waiting with great interest to see the little female’s reaction.

Wu Yue’s expression froze. The few strands of tiger fur in her hand suddenly felt like they were burning her. "Actually, a little shedding is a good thing! It just means these hairs are old, and the new ones will be even shinier and smoother."

’The little female has so many excuses,’ a flash of amusement crossed Yuan Lang’s eyes. ’She’s the one who pulled it out by tossing and turning in her sleep last night, yet she’s acting like it was just natural shedding.’

The guilty female gathered the fur the Beastman had shed nearby, cupped it between her hands, and slowly began to rub it together.

A moment later, a white furball the size of a fingernail appeared in her hand. It was a lovely, pure white.

She held the furball out to the Beastman. "It’s made of your fur. I heard kitties like to play with balls. You big kitties are probably the same, right?"

Yuan Lang looked at the white furball in front of him, which wasn’t even as big as one of Teng Qian’s nostrils, a helpless expression on his face.

He was about to say something when he accidentally caught sight of a mark on the little female’s shoulder. His gaze flickered, and he stood up. After shifting into his Beastman form, he took the furball from her hand and turned as if to leave.

"I’m going to check on the clansmen’s patrols."

But before he could take a step, the little female’s confused voice came from behind him. "Huh? Am I hurt?"

There were several purplish-blue bruises on her left shoulder, looking exceptionally conspicuous.