Marrying the Soft-hearted Villain

Ruan Qiuqiu wanted to do her best to save Mr. Big Bad Wolf for many reasons. It wasn't just because he was her husband now, and it wasn't just because he was the only one who could barely provide her with a safe place to live.

Buried deeper in her heart was an inexplicable sympathy, and…

A little bit of inexplicable expectation.

She was hoping that maybe he wasn't as perverted and scary as the rumors said;

She hoped that her life, like his wounds, would gradually get better.

That way, in this ancient fantasy world where humans, demons, and beasts coexisted, she wouldn't be so alone.

After all, now, the only beast in this world that had anything to do with her was Mr. Big Bad Wolf.

If he died too…

Ruan Qiuqiu took a deep breath, a little afraid to face such a lonely and difficult life.

She shook her head, forcing herself to calm down.

She stretched out her numb fingertips, trying to feel the water elements in the surrounding air, and little by little, she guided the ability within her body. After a while, she managed to condense a drop of water with a slight healing effect.

She endured the stinging pain in her head, knelt on the stone bed a little closer to Mr. Big Bad Wolf, gently pinched his chin with one hand, gently opened his pale lips, and with her other hand trembling, she fed him the drop of water.

In order not to waste it, Ruan Qiuqiu didn't shy away, and after dripping the water, she gently rubbed his lips with her fingertips.

--Although Mr. Big Bad Wolf had lowered his body temperature due to the beast's self-protection mechanism, his lips still retained some warmth.

It was warm and soft, the touch was very strange, and even a little warm.

Ruan Qiuqiu couldn't help but press twice more, and then suddenly came back to her senses, hurriedly withdrawing her fingers that were about to freeze like carrots, and pressed her stinging head weakly.

Fortunately, the supposedly fierce and abnormal big bad wolf was unconscious, otherwise, how could she explain that she took advantage of his danger and seemed to be taking advantage of him.

But so it turns out that men… no, male beasts' lips feel like this…

Ruan Qiuqiu's ears were a little hot, she calmed down, and spent most of her power to condense a drop of water, and fed it to Mr. Big Bad Wolf.

This time she didn't dare to touch his lips, but endured the weakness of her power being drained, while observing Mr. Big Bad Wolf's face.

Her powers were still clearly effective, and she had to wait until he regained some vitality before she could feel a little at ease.

The sky outside darkened a bit, and the light that came in through the bend to the inner side of the cave also weakened a lot.

Ruan Qiuqiu widened her eyes, trying to find some blood on Mr. Big Bad Wolf's pale wolf face.

He was actually a very handsome big bad wolf—

Perhaps because of the pain, his dark eyebrows were furrowed, his brow bone twisted into a somewhat hideous shape. The end of his eyes were long and narrow, but his eyelashes, which didn't curl much, were thick and dense, like two small fans fluttering gently.

Mr. Big Bad Wolf's eye circles were an unhealthy blue-black, and following them down, one could see a straight nose bridge and slightly pursed, pale, thin lips that were the only ones with any warmth.

He was simply the most handsome and unparalleled wolf beast she had ever seen, if you ignored the terrifying scar that ran from his left forehead all the way to his right eyelid.

The long, deep scar, though it didn't hurt Mr. Big Bad Wolf's two eyeballs, had completely ruined his delicate and handsome face.

The unhealed wound still showed some flesh and blood, mixed with scabs, making the whole wolf look strange and absurd.

He really was a very miserable wolf.

Abandoned by his tribe when he was dying, his face ruined, his legs crippled, and his eyes blind, Ruan Qiuqiu looked at the slight flush that slowly appeared on Mr. Big Bad Wolf's cheeks, and remembered that when she first came here, this wolf cub was still gnawing on snowballs.

Ruan Qiuqiu quietly glanced at Mr. Big Bad Wolf's shrunken abdomen, then touched her own equally shrunken stomach, and sighed silently.

If it wasn't for being too hungry, which once dignified wolf beast would be willing to become the weakest and most embarrassed wolf gnawing on snow?

He was worse off than she was, at least she still had some food and animal skins.

Her husband, on the other hand, had nothing but a body of wolf flesh and a cold cave.

Her eyes were a little sore, Ruan Qiuqiu climbed up from the cold stone bed, and actually felt a strange sense of comfort.

She glanced at the unconscious wolf and said jokingly, "You must live, or I will really make you into wolf jerky, Mr. Food Reserve."

…

The cold wind blew in little by little, and Ruan Qiuqiu spent two or three minutes to figure out the entire structure of the cave, and also counted all the belongings of her husband.

The cave was quite large in size and height, and upon entering, there was an open space of about 20 square meters, scattered with Mr. Big Bad Wolf's hair and some bloodstains.

Walking a few steps further in, the cave became narrower, and after a turn, one would arrive at the "master bedroom", which was about 30 square meters in size. The innermost part was a rare flat and wide stone bed, which was also very new, as if it had just been made.

If you didn't turn the corner, you would arrive at another small "storage room", which was only about five or six square meters in size and contained cold stone pots and several wooden basins.

It also looked newly made.

And in addition to these stone pots and wooden basins, the "storage room" also had several very flat stones, some dry wood, two flints, and the "master bedroom" also had a stone table and a stone bench.

Other than that, Ruan Qiuqiu didn't find anything else.

She sighed, smiled bitterly, and deeply felt the difficulty of life.

Starting with a wolf, nothing else.

Living in a cave, outside was a forest.

There was a possibility of being killed and eaten by demons or beasts at any time, this life really had no security at all, she wanted to go back to the apocalypse to sell water, at least she could still eat and drink well.

But the thought of complaining only appeared for a moment, and Ruan Qiuqiu soon cheered up.

She built a simple stove in the storage room where there was no wind, set up a relatively thin stone pot, and took a wooden basin to get some clean snow from outside.

She carried some dry firewood, and with her freezing fingers, she picked up the flint and tried several times before finally starting the fire.

While waiting for the snow to melt, Ruan Qiuqiu ran back and forth several more times, simply cleaning up the places inside and outside the cave that were still stained with Mr. Big Bad Wolf's blood.

Although she didn't know if it would be useful, the smell of blood was likely to attract large beasts, and she believed that the current Mr. Big Bad Wolf could win if he became a giant wolf, but the price would be very heavy.

It was better to avoid risks as much as possible.

The sky in the distance gradually darkened, Ruan Qiuqiu looked up at the forest full of giant trees, which looked a bit gloomy, and shivered.

--The current situation was a little bit worse than the worst she had expected before she got married, but no matter what, she still had to live.

She still had her powers, there was firewood in the cave, and she had brought animal skins and some food that could barely keep her warm. If she was frugal, ate only one meal a day, endured hunger, drank more water, she could still survive for ten days and a half months.

When she was better rested, she would find a way to hunt or exchange salt stones for some food.

However, the most urgent task now was to quickly treat Mr. Big Bad Wolf's wounds, and then cook something warm to replenish his strength.

Not only was Mr. Big Bad Wolf dying, she felt that she was about to collapse, her vision gradually blurred, Ruan Qiuqiu raised her hand, bit her arm hard, trying to use the pain to regain some sobriety, and staggered into the cave.

…

While Mr. Big Bad Wolf was dying, and Ruan Qiuqiu was trying to figure out how to survive.

The Wind Lion Tribe was full of joy.

It wasn't just because they had gotten three hundred catties of salt stones from the Flame Wolf Tribe and solved the salt stone crisis.

It was also because Lu Ziran, the most powerful and handsome young warrior in their tribe, had returned with several fat prey.

Author's note:

Ruan Qiuqiu (bitter.jpg): "I'm going to die."

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