After transmigrating, she became the most beloved beast in the world.

Mo was helped back by A-Da. He had been bitten on the leg by Hu Xiao and his shoulder was pierced by He Yu's sharp claws.

"If it weren't for the fact that he was a member of my mother's clan, I would have killed him long ago and wouldn't have given him a chance to rescue Hu Xiao. Ouch, that hurts!"

Chu Xinyao was carefully applying the medicine to him, but upon hearing his words, her movements became more forceful.

Hearing Mo's cry of pain, Chu Xinyao, who had finally managed to stop her tears, couldn't help but shed tears again, saying with heartache, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't provoked Hu Xiao, you wouldn't have suffered all this." Tears streamed down her face like pearls from a broken string.

With his uninjured right hand, Mo gently wiped away her tears and comforted her with a smile, "It's not your fault. My Xinyao is such a good female. What's wrong with being popular? He's a male beastman. It's perfectly normal for him to get injured for his female."

"Alright, stop being so sarcastic when you're injured." Chu Xinyao carefully applied medicine to his wound. The medicinal herbs from the Ink Serpent Tribe were extremely effective; the bleeding stopped as soon as they were applied, and the wound showed signs of healing. Her movements were gentle as she carefully bandaged the wound with clean gauze.

Mo looked at his tightly bandaged thigh with some distress, and gently moved his shoulder. "Hiss!" The wound that had just stopped bleeding suddenly split open, and fresh blood soaked through the gauze again.

"What are you doing!" Chu Xinyao exclaimed, frantically grabbing the medicine bottle.

Mo lowered his eyes, looking somewhat innocent, and said, "Tonight is our wedding night, we can mate, but I'm like this now..."

Chu Xinyao blushed slightly. She glanced at the booklet the High Priest had placed by the bedside, cleared her throat, and said, "Uh, cough cough, this matter isn't urgent."

Mo was a little anxious, and even her eyes reddened. "No, I... I'm really looking forward to it. I thought about it in the car before, but I was worried that it was a test for you. I've been holding back for so long, and it's almost our wedding night. I can't..." Her words were full of urgency and longing.

If it weren't for these reasons, why would he have been so eager to announce his marriage as soon as he returned to the tribe, and even used sorcery to almost ruin their relationship?

"Alright," Chu Xinyao stroked Mo's face, her eyes full of tenderness, "I know your expectations, but your wounds need time to heal. We're already a couple, and we have a long life ahead of us, so a little while won't make a difference." She had mistakenly thought it was because she wasn't charming enough, but it turned out this silly boy thought it was a test she was giving him.

Mo looked at Chu Xinyao, his anxiety gradually subsiding. He knew the chances of mating tonight were slim, and he was unwilling to give up. He gently held Chu Xinyao's hand, "Xinyao, I just don't want to miss our night of mating. Our divine gift has been interrupted, and I'm worried that other beastmen will try to take you away from me."

Remembering the tragic story the high priest had told her, Chu Xinyao understood Mo's worries. She gently leaned on Mo's other shoulder, "Mo, don't worry, I won't be taken away by anyone else. As for that, I'll make it up to you once you've recovered."

A look of surprise flashed in Mo's eyes as he gripped Chu Xinyao's hand tightly. "Really? You said yes?"

"Yes, I promise you. So now, you should rest well and let your wound heal as soon as possible, okay?" She looked at him, her eyes full of love.

"Okay, three days. This injury will heal in three days."

Chu Xinyao was amused by his eagerness, "Okay, I'll make it up to you with an unforgettable night in three days!"

Having received the promise, Mo lay down happily, then closed his eyes and tried to calm his breathing.

Chu Xinyao sat beside him, quietly watching him.

[Sister Ting, how many points do I have now?]

[What's wrong? Do you need a new dressing or a new condom?]

[Let's change the dressing!] Chu Xinyao blushed slightly, feeling a little embarrassed to discuss this kind of thing with Long Tingting.

[Okay, I'll change it for you tomorrow. Find a place to put it.]

Okay, thank you, Sister Ting.

[However, I must remind you that your points are only enough to exchange for this medicine. Since you and he are partners, there will inevitably be that kind of intimacy in the future. Are you prepared to have children?] She, Long Tingting, is Chu Xinyao's child-bearing system, and she has accepted her fate. Fortunately, Chu Xinyao's body has been modified, so she won't suffer the tragic fate of the saintess in the story.

Chu Xinyao looked at the sleeping Mo. Gone was the naivety in his usual smile; his handsome features now held a hint of menace. His eyebrows were relaxed, and his eyes were closed, but his long, thick eyelashes cast faint shadows, adding a touch of gloom.

Chu Xinyao suppressed the urge to touch him and said to Long Tingting.

[Yes, I've made up my mind. I like him. I believe he'll understand and won't force me to have his child.] She gritted her teeth. She would try her best to persuade him to compromise for her own sake.

Chu Xinyao kissed Mo's lips, whispered "Goodnight," gently tucked him in, and then lay down beside him, closing her eyes.

Just as Chu Xinyao's breathing became even, Mo, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them.

His gaze was tender and gentle as he quietly watched Chu Xinyao's sleeping face. Her features appeared exceptionally serene in the moonlight. Her red lips were slightly upturned, as if she were lost in sweet dreams.

A hint of doting flashed in his eyes as he reached out and gently stroked Chu Xinyao's cheek with his fingertips. His touch was as light as a feather, a fleeting touch before he quickly withdrew, as if afraid of disturbing her sweet dream.

He lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her red lips, as if she were the most precious treasure. Then, he carefully adjusted his position and pulled her into his arms.

"Goodnight, my Xinyao, my Holy Maiden," he whispered, his voice filled with endless tenderness.

The morning sunlight streamed through the window, filling the entire room and waking Chu Xinyao from her slumber. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Last night's sleep gave her a long-lost sense of security, but soon she realized she was lying in Mo's arms. Thinking of Mo's injuries, she gently moved her body, wanting to check Mo's wounds.

Her movements were gentle, but they still woke Mo. He opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his lips. "Good morning, Xinyao."

Chu Xinyao smiled back, then frowned and said, "How is your injury? I was worried that I might have accidentally bumped into you last night."

Mo shook his head and gently stroked her hair. "Don't worry, I'm fine. With you by my side, I feel very safe. My injuries will heal faster. If you could kiss me, I could get out of bed right away."

Chu Xinyao glared at him with a hint of reproach in her eyes, but still did as he wished, tilting her head slightly closer to him and planting a kiss on his lips.

Her lips gently caressed his, like the softest feathers brushing against his heart, tickling him and making him want more.

Mo's breathing quickened, and he couldn't resist delving deeper, exploring her mouth and intertwining with her softness. His arms wrapped tightly around her, growing increasingly urgent, their breaths mingling as if he wanted to absorb her entirely into his body.