Transmigrated into a rare female in the beast world, she was forced to love

After hearing this, no matter how angry Su Qianqian was, she couldn't get angry anymore.

She pursed her lips and said, "You had a fever earlier, but it doesn't look like the wound is inflamed. Could there be something else wrong with your body?"

"Maybe..." Lang Yan turned his head away, his voice inexplicably lowered, with a hint of embarrassment in his voice, "It's my mating season."

Su Qianqian was shocked: "...Estrous period?!"

It was the first time she heard that orcs had a mating period.

"...Yeah." Lang Yan nodded slowly. He didn't ask Su Qianqian, who was also an orc, why she didn't know about the estrus period. He explained to himself: "In the Beast World Continent, every adult orc, whether male or female, will have an estrus period once a year, lasting two to three days."

Listening to his words, Su Qianqian's brows gradually frowned.

The orcs are in estrus...this is not a good sign.

She is a human being, so naturally she doesn't have a mating period.

But if she lived in an orc tribe where estrus could break out at any time for a long time, and if one day she was not careful and was dragged into a cave and raped by an orc who was out of control in estrus... she would not even have a place to cry.

Even an orc with strong self-control like Lang Yan cannot resist the estrus period, let alone other orcs.

The idea that Su Qianqian had originally dismissed came up again.

Perhaps, when she becomes strong enough and no longer needs to rely on anyone, she will still have to leave the orc tribe and live alone.

Humans, after all, cannot live together with orcs...

Lang Yan was warmed by the fire and gradually became drowsy.

After Su Qianqian came to her senses after thinking about it, she turned around and found that Lang Yan had fallen asleep against the wall.

The fire next to them was crackling, and the man's stern eyes and brows seemed somewhat gentle under the light of the fire.

Su Qianqian looked at him. The man had his eyes closed, his facial features were clearly defined, his nose was long and straight, his jawline was superior and smooth, and his hair was slightly drooping, exuding a sense of laziness everywhere.

This appearance was considered outstanding among the orcs she had seen. No wonder Lanti wanted him so much...

After staring for a long time, Su Qianqian couldn't help but walk over. The animal skin on Lang Yan's body had been roasted dry, and his originally pale face gradually became rosy. She gently covered him with the animal skin beside her.

After adding a few more firewood to the fire, Su Qianqian got up and went to the other side of the cave and lay down to rest.

After a long day of hard work, Su Qianqian soon fell into a deep sleep after having such a rare moment of quiet leisure.

After she fell asleep, the man who was sleeping on the other side slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes fell on Su Qianqian, who was an arm's length away from him.

The girl's sleeping face was very peaceful, her petite body was slightly curled up, a few strands of hair hung on her cheeks, seeming a little itchy. Su Qianqian couldn't help but wrinkled her small nose in her sleep.

Lang Yan looked at her, and a smile appeared in his eyes. He reached out carefully and gently pushed the strand of hair behind the girl's ear with his fingers.

His movements were incredibly gentle and careful, as if he was afraid of waking the sleeping girl.

But when his gaze fell on Su Qianqian's forehead where the mud had been rubbed off, the smile in Lang Yan's eyes disappeared for no reason.

Su Qianqian had been working hard all day, and had experienced the siege of poisonous scorpions and escaped death. A lot of the mud on her forehead had been rubbed off, revealing the fair skin underneath.

Lang Yan looked at the fair skin, which, against the moonlight coming in from outside the cave, seemed as clear and translucent as mutton-fat jade.

His eyes gradually darkened, and he recalled the first time he met Su Qianqian.

That day, he ventured into the misty forest to hunt. When he looked up, he seemed to see a beautiful girl descending from the sky like a god...

When he rushed over, the girl was being wrapped up inch by inch by huge vines, and her petite figure seemed to be merging into one with the vines.

He tore the vines apart with great effort and finally saw the girl's face clearly.

At that moment, he felt as if his breathing was about to stop.

He had never seen such a beautiful and delicate female, with clean white skin and bright facial features, like a stunning mountain ghost or fox demon in the legends of monsters.

That day, he didn't know whether he was possessed by a ghost or what, but he took advantage of the girl's coma and brought her back to the tribe...

However, seeing that she tried hard to hide her face and lived cautiously in the tribe, but was still ostracized, Lang Yan couldn't help but feel guilty.

Perhaps, if it weren't for her own selfishness that day, she wouldn't have to endure all that in the tribe...

Thinking of this, Lang Yan couldn't help but sigh.

The reminiscence in his eyes gradually faded, and he looked back at the sleeping girl in front of him, his gaze once again falling on the corner of her forehead where the mud had been rubbed off.

After a long silence, Lang Yan reached out and applied some extinguished charcoal, slowly darkening the skin on the girl's forehead again.

Su Qianqian was immersed in sleep, unconscious.

The rough fingertips stroked back and forth on her soft cheeks, and Lang Yan's heart couldn't help but flutter.

His eyes couldn't help but move down and touched the girl's slightly swollen lips. He licked the wound on his lips unconsciously, but soon he looked away.

Lang Yan clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and immediately stood up and left the cave.

But he did not go far. Instead, he sat at the entrance of the cave, feeling the cold mountain breeze. His hot and swollen head gradually became clear.

……

The night passed.

A ray of early morning sunlight shines into the cave.

Su Qianqian opened her eyes and saw an empty cave and an extinguished fire.

She sat up and looked around, but Lang Yan was not in the cave.

Where did he run off to again?

Just as she was wondering, Su Qianqian heard a sound. She turned around and saw Lang Yan carrying two pheasants into the cave.

The two pheasants had been plucked, their internal organs removed, and cleaned thoroughly inside and out, leaving no trace of blood.

Su Qianqian was stunned. He went out early in the morning just to catch these two pheasants?

Lang Yan walked straight over, placed the two pheasants on clean leaves, then went outside the cave to pick up some firewood and built a simple fire.

After doing all this, he turned his gaze to Su Qianqian.

The meaning is self-evident.

Su Qianqian pursed her lips, said nothing, silently took out a lighter from the storage bag on her waist, and lit the fire.

Lang Yan's eyes naturally fell on the lighter, but there was no intention to delve into it. He just chuckled and said, "This thing is quite convenient."

After saying that, he stood up and left the cave without asking any further questions about the lighter.

Su Qianqian remained calm on the surface, but she was actually relieved in her heart.

She didn't know why Lang Yan didn't ask her about her superpowers or where these things came from, but she was very grateful for his thoughtful behavior.