CHAPTER 132: CHAPTER 132: KEEP A CLOSE EYE ON HIM

Wen Shu paused, picking up the flower branch that looked like a rose.

After a night of wind and rain, several petals of the plump and bright red flower had fallen.

Who placed it here?

A figure flashed through Wen Shu’s mind, but before she could think deeply, hurried footsteps sounded behind her.

"Ashu!"

A cold male palm gripped her shoulder.

Following the force, she turned around and her eyes met a pair of haunted deep green eyes. Holding onto Mious’ hand, she asked puzzledly, "What’s wrong?"

The other party looked flustered and did not respond to her.

"Ashu..."

Mious slowed his breathing, cupping her face, his gaze tracing over her eyebrows and eyes, and then looking into her clear eyes.

Only after confirming it was her did the tightness in his lips relax a bit. He hugged her tightly, whispering, "Nothing... just missed you a lot."

Wen Shu’s heart quivered, she gently caressed his nape, feeling an involuntary sense of worry, and frowned, "What exactly did they show you?"

As soon as she spoke, the male’s body stiffened, and his breath became rapid.

Sensing his unease, a flash of worry crossed Wen Shu’s eyes, wanting to see his face but the hand around her waist tightened slowly.

Mious remained silent, burying his face in her neck, daring not to recall further, he spoke in a low voice, "Just a nightmare, all fake..."

Messy strands of hair obscured his reddened eyes, and his usually stern outline revealed a hint of vulnerability.

He slightly straightened up, wrapping her tightly in his embrace, feeling the warmth within, he sighed in relief, "Let me hold you a little longer."

Hearing the hidden tremor in his voice, a rush of bittersweet flowed through Wen Shu’s heart, her cheek pressed against his heavy heartbeat as her long lashes gently trembled.

The hazy and bright sunlight enveloped their embracing silhouettes, in the quiet atmosphere, only the gentle rustling of the breeze brushing through the flower branches sounded softly.

Mious slightly pursed his lips, staring into her eyes, his heart felt filled with honey, experiencing this moment, blissful as if it were a dream.

He silently held his breath, cautiously savoring, yet it was only a moment before someone interrupted.

"Sister, let’s eat breakfast?"

Bai Yan had entered the room at some point, his brilliant smile making Mious’s jaw clench.

Hearing Bai Yan’s voice, Wen Shu blushed and stepped out from the male’s embrace, ready to head downstairs, yet paused upon seeing Mious’ appearance.

He had changed into new clothes, the color as usual, a deep black that remained somber, and the design emphasized his broad shoulders and long legs.

His shoulders were embroidered with gold patterns, and the emerald gemstone on his collar shimmered darkly, accentuating his increasingly noble composure.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes to look at her, his coldly handsome brows and eyes hidden with a gentle allure that made the heart tremble.

The extreme contrast in charm was utterly captivating.

Wen Shu’s breath paused for a few seconds, seeing her stare at him in a daze, Mious’s slender fingers caressed her cheek, a hint of smile tugging at his lips, "Do I look good?"

The deep voice fell into her ears, awakening Wen Shu immediately, realizing what she was doing, feeling a rush of warmth on her face.

"Let’s eat."

She pretended to be composed as she opened her lips, though her steps down the stairs were quick, ears burning hotly.

Is it because of being bonded with them? She never thought she would have a day dazing at a man!

Seeing her leaving in embarrassment, Mious’s smile deepened, trailing closely behind her.

In the living room, Bai Qiao and Bai Rong were absent, and the entire dining table had only Craig and several brothers.

As soon as Wen Shu sat down, Bai Yan came with a plate of fresh vegetables and roasted meat, sitting intimately by her side, smiling, "Sister, I made this, try it and see if it’s good!"

His eyes curved, those transparent pupils filled with anticipation, brightly watching her.

Wen Shu exchanged a glance with him, couldn’t help but smile.

It felt as if Bai Yan were in his beast form, that fox tail would wag like a propeller.

She picked up a steaming piece of roasted meat, tentatively stuffing it into her mouth, and upon tasting, her eyes widened slightly in surprise, "Delicious! Yan, what did you add?"

It seemed akin to the honey-glazed roast she had before!

In the apocalypse, daily bland soup, upon arriving in the Beast World it was meat daily, but no matter how it was made, only a few styles were available.

She continued eating several pieces, recalling nostalgically her college days indulging in food street.

Seeing her eat half the plate in one stretch, Bai Yan’s eyes brimmed with joy, watching her intently, his mouth grinned in excitement, "Sister likes it, I’ll make it every day! I can do many more kinds..."

Many more kinds?

Wen Shu’s heart was touched, looking at the radiant Bai Yan, she blinked, "Really?"

The other nodded emphatically.

Looking at his earnest eyes, Wen Shu felt warmth in her heart, moved, "You can look for me anytime in the future for anything."

She decided, from now Bai Yan would be her real brother!

She ate with growing joy, completely oblivious to Mious nearby, his expression icy cold, staring at Bai Yan deep in thought.

And Nan, having just finished cooking, arrived to see her having finished a plate.

He glanced down at Bai Yan, saw his radiant smile, those eyes fixed unblinkingly on Wen Shu, narrowed his eyes in displeasure.

Having been ceded his seat, he sat next to Mious, deliberately propping himself against the chair, lowering his voice to inquire, "It’s fine if Wu Xuan didn’t notice, but didn’t you spot anything wrong either?"

Upon his straightforward reminder, Mious’ spine stiffened, he glanced at Bai Yan with growing coldness, succinctly replied, "Same mother, same father."

Nan pursed his lips, faintly glancing at Bai Yan, then at Wen Shu.

Seeing her utterly defenseless, with softness towards family written between her brows and eyes, he clenched the chair’s armrests, warning, "Keep an eye on him, don’t get careless."

Confident in his judgment, Mious’s agreement was certain, his gaze fell between Wen Shu and Bai Yan, picking up the tablecloth beside him, "Mm."

Wen Shu chatted cheerfully until an arm wrapped around her shoulder.

Mious drew closer, gently wiping her lips, "Ashu, I picked out clothes for you yesterday, why not try them on?"

She looked up at him, before she realized it, the handsome face enlarged before her, her lips being pressed heavily.

Wen Shu’s pupils quaked, her face immediately flushed.

Bai Yan beside her stiffened his smile, only sweeping his gaze over Mious to see his ice-cold eyes unhappily fixed on him.

Remembering the smell he caught from Wen Shu earlier included Mious, Bai Yan lowered his eyelids, shielding the turmoil in his gaze.

She was merely his sister, no matter how many Beast Husbands there were, it was none of his concern, he should stay distant, keeping a proper distance.

He had warned himself countless times.

But...

He raised his eyes to look at Wen Shu, his gaze swept over her gentle brows, and waves of greed surged within growing increasingly intense.

Bai Yan took a deep breath, returning to his usual smiling demeanor, "Sister, for tonight’s banquet, may I invite you to the first dance?"

Wen Shu was stunned, the warmth on her cheeks subsided somewhat, she turned to look at Bai Yan.

"This is the first banquet we’re attending since we recognized each other..."

Under her gaze, Bai Yan’s eyes held hopeful longing, glancing at the males behind her with a wistful smile, "Apologies, I forgot the brother-in-laws... If it’s not possible, it’s okay."

Wen Shu’s brows softened, glancing back at the males, Nan seemed natural, but Mious’s face was dangerously close to dropping ice shards.

Thinking he scared Bai Yan, Wen Shu gently nudged his calf.

Smiling at Bai Yan, "Okay, but I might be late."

Having agreed with Bai Yan, she didn’t leave but kept glancing towards the kitchen.

Directly opposite, Craig, leisurely wiped his mouth, his peripheral vision catching her tightly furrowed brows, and upon seeing her clearly, neck marked with visible red marks, a surge of inexplicable anger flashed within.

"Bang——"

The tray tumbled to the ground, startling Wen Shu.

She looked towards the sound source, meeting Craig’s deeply angry eyes, "Having Qiaoqiao hurt like this, you can still eat."