The evil female is weak and the males of the whole continent are out of control and fall.

Chapter 825 Extra 2

Over the long years, will she ever think back and feel regret?

This thought made Yan Lie feel a tightness in his chest, and he felt a dull ache in his heart.

She didn't want Wanwan to accept other males, but she also didn't want Wanwan to feel sad and regretful.

Two conflicting emotions were tearing him apart, making him extremely uncomfortable.

Unable to make up his mind, he looked at Xin Feng, who was also silent beside him.

Bai Wanwan sighed, "You don't need to make things difficult for yourselves. If you don't like him, then so be it."

After all, they have a family to live with, and if the males are hostile towards Roger, they certainly won't be able to live together properly.

That's all.

Yan Lie frowned even more deeply upon hearing her words, as if he had struggled for a long time.

He unconsciously pulled her closer, as if he could hold onto something in the process.

Finally, as if making a decision, he took a deep breath, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and spoke with difficulty, his voice muffled and filled with an awkward, desperate resolve:
"Wanwan... if, if you really like him, and you've really thought it through... I... I accept."

The moment those words were spoken, it was as if something that had been taut all along had quietly loosened.

Xin Feng simply couldn't forget the hurt Roger had caused Wanwan. He could accept other males, but he couldn't accept the male who had hurt Wanwan.

So when he heard Yan Lie's words, he turned to look at him with some surprise.

He originally thought Yan Lie would be one of the hardest to accept, but he didn't expect him to agree so readily.

Xin Feng watched the fleeting joy on his beloved female's face.

Xin Feng closed his eyes. Oh well, Roger seems to have reformed over the years and has restrained himself from doing anything out of line.

If Wanwan likes it, then... we'll accept it.

He also knew that the other males would probably make the same choice in the end.

Because they could not tolerate Wanwan feeling even the slightest bit uncomfortable or unhappy.

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Bai Wanwan sometimes wondered to herself, how did Roger become the tiger-clan beastman "Luo Ye"?

He is still tall and handsome, but in the tribe, his presence has become a "joke".

In the orc world, especially for males of powerful tribes, reaching a certain age without a mate, without their own females, and without the continuation of their bloodline is considered a defect, a failure that does not match their powerful appearance.

Privately, many young orcs whispered about it.

But Roger never seemed to take these rumors to heart.

To him, those gazes and comments were as insignificant as dust.

As long as he could stay where she was, catch a glimpse of her from afar, exchange a few words with her when delivering things, or pause for a moment while the cubs played, feeling the vibrant life that emanated from her, that would be all the luxurious light he could steal in the rest of his dark life.

To become partners? He no longer dared to hope for that.

For his sinful and broken soul to be able to stay by her side like this is the greatest happiness.

Back in his simple stone hut on the edge of the tribe, barely serving any purpose other than providing shelter from the wind and rain, Roger threw himself onto the cold stone bed.

The room was almost empty, devoid of any extra items, just like his life.

He closed his eyes and began to recall frame by frame the details of the few times he had been able to get close to her recently: the light touch of her fingertips when she took something, the slight curve of her head as she listened to him speak, and... before leaving, she seemed to give him a faint smile.
Perhaps it was just his hallucination, but he preferred to believe it was real.

Just thinking this made a faint but real warmth surge into his heart, dispelling the chill of the stone bed. He couldn't help but smile, a pure, almost foolish smile of delight, stripped of all his gloom and prejudice.

"Knock, knock knock."

A soft knocking sounded abruptly, unusually clear in the quiet night.

Roger instantly gathered all his thoughts and opened his eyes alertly.

Who would come looking for him at this time?

In order to play the role of "Luo Ye" well, he deliberately remained aloof and rarely interacted with his clansmen.

A sense of doubt and wariness arose in his heart. He silently got out of bed and walked towards the door.

However, just as he approached the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A faint, yet deeply ingrained, familiar sweet fragrance wafted through the cracks in the door, lingering around his nose.

Is it...is it her?
My heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and then it began to pound wildly, crashing against my chest with deafening force.

Blood rushed to the top of the head in an instant, then froze in the limbs and bones.

The hand resting on the door latch trembled uncontrollably, the fingertips icy cold.

It took him several times longer than usual to barely control his trembling and awkwardly pull open the heavy wooden door.

Outside the door, the moonlight and the faint glow of the distant campfire intertwined, outlining the face he longed for day and night, the face he had repeatedly depicted in countless dreams and memories.

Bai Wanwan stood there alone, the night breeze gently ruffling her hair. There was no one behind her, no powerful male who had always protected her.

Roger felt as if something was blocking his throat, making it dry and tight, and he couldn't utter a single sound.

My mind went blank, leaving only the rapid beating of my heart and the unreal, clear face before me.

“Wan… Bai Wanwan Holy Mother,” he managed to squeeze out the words from his stiff throat with almost all his strength. His gaze lingered greedily on her face for a moment before he immediately forced himself to lower it, concealing the overflowing desire and humble pleading within. “You… why are you here? Is there something you need?”

Bai Wanwan did not answer immediately.

Her gaze fell calmly on his face, then she tilted her head slightly, her eyes passing over his tense shoulders and landing on the simple, almost barren furnishings in the room.

"You've always," she began, her voice clear and crisp in the night, "lived here?"

Roger couldn't figure out her intentions, and his heart pounded wildly between ecstasy and unease.

He could only try his best to maintain Luo Ye's usual, slightly reserved, and honest appearance, stepping aside slightly and saying in a low voice, "Yes, that's... I live here."

"Can I come in and sit for a while?" Bai Wanwan looked up at him, her tone as natural as if she were asking about the weather.

"Of course!" Roger's answer came out almost instantly, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

He then realized his lapse in composure and hurriedly tried to cover it up, his voice trembling slightly, "Please, please come in. It's just... my home is really simple, and I'm afraid I might have slighted you."

As he spoke, he hurriedly kicked aside a piece of firewood scattered by the door, feeling extremely annoyed.

The stone bench was so hard, and there wasn't even a decent cushion. How could she possibly feel comfortable sitting on it?
If he had known she would come, he should have kept the softest animal hide for her.

Bai Wanwan stepped into the stone house, which exuded an atmosphere of male solitude.

The interior was indeed as empty as it appeared, with a stone bed, a rough stone table, two stone stools, and some rough animal hides piled in the corner, but nothing else of value.

We send her things all the time, but there's nothing decent in her house.