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Posted by Alex, Released on October 23, 2025

Chapter 11

Touching Xiao Ziye’s Butt

Ling Xiaotuan was still pestering him relentlessly.
“Is it true? Is it really true?”

“It’s true…” His face was expressionless, and his voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz.

Ling Xiaotuan tilted her head, not satisfied.
“Huh? Brother, you spoke too softly, I didn’t hear you.”

“It’s true, it’s true!” he raised his voice, and now everyone present could hear him clearly.

“You all heard that, right? My brother said it’s true!” Ling Xiaotuan stood with her hands on her hips, looking smug.

Xiao Ziye burst into unrestrained laughter, imitating him with a mocking tone:
“‘It’s true, it’s true~’”

Even Bai Yuan, watching from a distance, laughed.

Both Bai Yuan and Ling Mo were silver tigers, their hearing exceptionally sharp.

Ling Mo had already noticed Bai Yuan watching the show from afar but hadn’t called him out.

Now that Bai Yuan was laughing at him openly, Ling Mo saw no need to be polite.
“Bai Yuan, that habit of yours isn’t good. Eavesdropping can get you beaten up.”

Bai Yuan walked closer and simply replied with a light “Oh,” his tone so indifferent it was infuriating.

In an instant, the air grew tense and strange—like the five men were about to start a fight at any moment.

Li Qingqing adjusted the beast pelt around her and hurried between them to smooth things over.
“Alright, alright, no need to fight over me. From now on, I’ll make sure my affection is equally shared among all of you!”

She said it with a face full of aggrieved righteousness, as if she were the one making a great sacrifice.

“Who wants your ‘equal affection’?”
All five beast husbands suddenly, inexplicably, found themselves agreeing on something.

“Well, whoever wants extra affection can just tell me,” Li Qingqing said cheerfully. “I’ll grant all requests, absolutely all!”

Her life motto was simple: ‘If you have no shame, you’re invincible.’

Even the usually quiet Bai Yuan couldn’t hold back.
“Did that lightning strike make you stupid?”

Ling Xiaotuan had long spread the story of Li Qingqing getting struck by lightning for doing bad deeds throughout the entire tribe.

Li Qingqing frowned, recalling the day she first transmigrated into this world.
“Lightning?”

She remembered—metal-type powers could summon lightning!
Her eyes darted toward Ling Mo warily, as if saying, “You’re plotting against me, aren’t you?”

Ling Mo frowned, confused by the suspicion.
“Don’t look at me like that. Dirty work like that fits the other four better than me.”

“Cousin,” he added lazily, “you’d better be careful, or Ling Mo might just strike you with lightning again and kill you for good.”

He yawned, glancing up to see the moon had climbed high into the middle of the sky.

“I’m going back to my fox den. You all can continue your dogfight.”

The breeze swept through his hair as he turned.

Wind Howl—who hated being compared to a dog—snapped instantly. Even his good friend Chi Lin avoided that word.

He chased after Ling Mo, shouting, “You dead fox! Say ‘dog’ again and see what happens—”

Chi Lin was already far ahead, replying halfheartedly, “Yeah yeah yeah…”

Li Qingqing’s instincts told her Ling Mo wasn’t truly malicious, but his earlier comment had still made her angry.

“Little Tuan, Little Yu,” she said seriously, “don’t come play with me anymore. Otherwise, your brother will think I’m trying to harm you and want to kill me.”

The two little beast cubs, already attached to her, each grabbed one of her legs and hugged tight.

“No! Brother, don’t kill Li Qingqing!”

Ling Mo thought Li Qingqing still didn’t trust him. His face darkened as he grabbed one cub in each hand—Ling Xiaotuan on the left, Ling Xiaoyu on the right—and lifted them up like kittens.

“Suit yourself.”

Then he left without looking back. Even from far away, Li Qingqing could still hear Ling Xiaotuan’s indignant protests:

“No! Put me down!”

And just like that, only three people were left.

Bai Yuan, seeing that the show was over, said nothing and left as well.

Li Qingqing stared after him, dazed.
Since arriving here, Bai Yuan had said no more than five sentences to her.

How was she supposed to “conquer” him at this rate?

At least the others talked to her sometimes.

“Hey! Li Qingqing!” Xiao Ziye’s cold voice broke her thoughts.
“Don’t follow me to the river again. If you do, I won’t be polite next time.”

Li Qingqing pouted. His words weren’t kind, but at least he was speaking to her.

Under the moonlight, Xiao Ziye’s black eyes gleamed brightly, reminding her of the stone knife.

The two little cubs had forgotten their backpack by the riverbank, and the knife was inside.

She picked it up and handed it to him, her eyes sparkling like starlight.
“Here. For you.”

Xiao Ziye glanced at it indifferently, seeing only an ordinary stone knife.
“You think I care about your broken knife?” he scoffed.

Li Qingqing stuffed it into his arms without giving him a chance to refuse.
“Just take it as an apology gift.”

Then she turned and ran off.

Only then did Xiao Ziye really look at the knife.

He held it up high; moonlight cut through its dark sheen.

He had never seen a blade made from such a translucent stone before.
The surface patterns—

—they looked like gleaming black serpent scales.

Back in her cave, Li Qingqing looked at the mud she had patched earlier, now dried and cracked.
“Sigh… I’ll have to redo it tomorrow.”

[System]: Host, beg me. I’ll just create a pot for you right now.

“I’m begging you.” She sighed. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? I’ve been running around for nothing.”

[System]: Just kidding. I can’t actually make one—I just wanted to hear you beg.

Li Qingqing: “…” Stupid system.

[System]: Seriously though, if it’s something you can make yourself, I really can’t do it for you.

Li Qingqing stretched and went inside, picking up the wild boar meat the two cubs had brought her the day before yesterday.

She sniffed it—thankfully, it hadn’t spoiled yet. The weather hadn’t turned too hot. Otherwise, she’d have to salt and smoke it for storage.

She decided to just roast the rest tonight.
“If I die tomorrow, at least I’ll die full,” she muttered, stuffing meat into her mouth.

“Beast husbands are supposed to bring meat to their wife, aren’t they? Why does no one ever bring me any? Greedy pigs—all of them! Not one cares whether I live or die.”

She devoured the roast meat, oil glistening on her lips.

[System]: They’d love for you to die. Why would they care about your survival?

Li Qingqing froze mid-bite.
Did he have to stab her with the truth like that?

[System]: Hurry up and seduce them. That way, you won’t just be eating meat with your mouth…

The rest of the sentence was cut off, but Li Qingqing choked, coughing violently.

Images of her beast husbands’ handsome faces and strong, muscular bodies flashed in her mind—
though she couldn’t help wondering what that part looked like.