RVTBHAFH 12

Chapter 12 – I’m the Best in the World with You

System: *“Ziye has broken through from sixth to seventh rank Beastman. Favorability increased to -200. Chiyao has broken through from fifth to sixth rank Beastman. Favorability increased to 60.

In recognition of the host’s good performance, special rewards granted: one bolt of cotton cloth, one sewing kit, and a set of iron-forging tools.”*

Lolo was momentarily elated. Ziye’s favorability was still negative, but at least it wasn’t -250.

It seemed that as long as she helped this guy advance in rank, he would develop favorability toward her.

Chiyao had already reached 60 points; this Beastman husband should be fairly easy to win over soon.

Looking up, she asked the system, “By the way, why did Ziye and Chiyao both suddenly advance in rank?”

System: “Ziye was already close to breaking through to seventh rank and just absorbed the energy of the giant wolf and its pack, so he naturally advanced. The same goes for Chiyao.”

“Ohhh,” Lolo said. “So that’s what he meant when he asked if I wanted it. I thought he meant he wanted to eat wolf meat.”

The system sighed. “Host, can you stop thinking about eating all the time? Just a heads-up: you’ve dropped to second-rank Beastman.”

Lolo panicked. “Ah? Nooo!”

Only now did she almost understand the rules here: you could absorb other Beastmen’s energy to advance yourself, but if you healed others, you might drop in rank.

Seeing the cat paw mark on her neck had decreased by one, Ziye teased, “You insisted on healing me earlier—I didn’t force you.”

Lolo smiled. “We’re all family here; there’s no need for hard feelings.”

He was her Beastman husband, she was his mate, and they had two adorable little cubs—weren’t they a family?

“A family? Family?” Ziye sneered. “Who said we’re family?”

Chiyao’s teeth itched with anger. “You selfishly speak ill after being healed by your mate? Are you even human?”

After scolding Ziye, he turned tenderly to Lolo. “Don’t be afraid, mate. I will hunt Beastmen so you can advance. Besides, I’m the one who’s truly family with you. Family should be united in heart. He doesn’t deserve to be your family.”

Lolo couldn’t help but feel Chiyao was right—she felt almost brainwashed.

This dark-skinned athlete was amazing, always protecting her and even scolding Ziye—this was what family should be like.

“I’m the best in the world with you,” she said seriously, holding Chiyao’s hand.

Chiyao was deeply moved by her simple words, then suddenly pulled the vine whip from his waist.

“Please punish me, mate!”

“Ah? Why this time?”

“I was too focused on absorbing the giant wolf’s energy to advance and completely forgot my mate. I deserve to be punished heavily!”

Lolo laughed awkwardly. “That’s not necessary, right?”

Ziye suddenly stirred the pot. “If you don’t hit him, he’ll feel guilty forever and won’t sleep well tonight.”

No doubt, Ziye really understood Chiyao.

Chiyao knelt on the ground, holding the whip, fully prepared to stay kneeling forever if Lolo didn’t punish him.

“Ah? This… isn’t right, is it?”

Lolo felt flustered; nine years of compulsory education in China didn’t teach her how to fight.

Then she thought, this isn’t China—why worry so much?

Besides, Chiyao seemed so obsessed, maybe he liked it.

If he liked it, she’d indulge him.

She took the vine whip seriously, raised it high, then lightly brought it down.

Smack—

A tiny sound, weak but audible.

Chiyao didn’t feel pain at all; instead, his back felt ticklish.

He reached to scratch, but couldn’t catch it.

Ziye laughed mockingly at his clumsy expression.

Akang, seeing him finally laugh, happily said, “Dad, I haven’t seen you laugh like this in so long.”

In memory, Dad always had a cold face, always calculating.

Calculating this, calculating that, yet still sold out by the evil mate.

Seeing Chiyao really squirm with ticklish discomfort, Lolo reached out. “I’ll scratch it for you.”

Her plump hand brushed over his back, making him shiver. Every pore felt as if it had opened instantly.

He could clearly feel every fingertip of Lolo’s touch—gentle fingers, slightly serrated nails, probably unfiled.

But it didn’t matter; he liked the slight scratchy sensation.

Chiyao collapsed onto Lolo’s lap. “Mate, scratch harder! Don’t worry about hurting me. My skin is thick; I don’t mind.”

Lolo increased the pressure, and Chiyao hummed with pleasure.

Ziye jumped again. “I said, you two, can’t you stop this?”

Sheesh, they were supposed to hide this from the kids, not make noises in front of them.

Chiyao didn’t understand. “What are we doing wrong? Can’t my mate scratch my back?”

“Mate, don’t mind him. Continue—he’s just jealous,” Lolo teased.

Stretching to scratch harder, Lolo suddenly realized something felt off.

Her originally large body seemed… smaller.

Ziye noticed first, mocking, “Told you not to misuse healing—you’ll burn fat and become…”

“Wait, what did you say?” Lolo’s eyes widened. “This is a good thing? You should’ve told me earlier!”

If he had, she wouldn’t have despised her own body in the bath. With twelve Beastmen, someone always needed healing.

Getting slimmer was simple—so easy.

Beastmen liked strong bodies; weak ones got bullied. But Lolo still held onto 21st-century aesthetics.

Ziye was increasingly confused by her, thinking she would rage if she lost weight or throw a fit.

After all, she used to scold him for being incompetent if she ate less meat.

He tossed her the bone knife, “Here, take it back.”

No doubt, this knife had been crucial; without it, she couldn’t have killed the giant wolf.

Night deepened. Ziye curled up, covering the two cubs with his fluffy tail.

Chiyao looked at Lolo’s round face. “Mate, mate with me tonight.”

Lolo’s brain exploded. Bro, you’re too direct!

“Uh… this… isn’t appropriate, it’s out in the wild,” she refused gently.

Chiyao didn’t understand. “Out in the wild? Not good? Isn’t that what you like best?”

Lolo wanted to disappear into a hole, embarrassed. Ziye covered his ears, trying not to listen to their vulgar words.

Trying not to appear fake, Lolo awkwardly smiled. “Oh… maybe you’re right.”

Her heart raced—she still hadn’t lost her virginity. She couldn’t just give it away to a newly-met dark-skinned athlete.

Chiyao was already impatient. “Then what are we waiting for?”

Lolo glanced at Ziye, who slept like a dead pig.

She shouted in despair. “But… Ziye and the cubs are still here! It would be so inappropriate!”

Chiyao hummed in response; Lolo sighed, thinking he had given up.

But then he said, “Then let’s go to the little river. That way, no one will disturb us.”

Lolo’s mouth formed a big “O” as Chiyao lifted her.

In a few moments, they were at the grassy riverbank. The dark-skinned athlete ignored everything and… climbed on top of her.