Translated by Ada
Edited by Ada
After the passion, Chelsea pulled out the softened stick with some remorse.
He wrapped his arms around Moussa and placed his hands on her waist to massage her.
It took him a while to finally say, “Moussa.”
Moussa was nestled in his arms drowsily when she suddenly heard him call her.
She answered in a daze, “Hmm”
There was no response.
Moussa looked up at him curiously and saw that he was frowning.
She didn’t know what he was thinking about.
Moussa was a bit surprised that he had been hungry for so long, but he had stopped just once and was thinking about something.
Was there something big going on
Moussa was alarmed and asked with concern, “Chelsea, what’s wrong”
Chelsea’s eyes flickered.
Somewhat defeated, he looked away and stammered, “I really can’t seem to be.
Gentle and considerate as.
Moussa did not hold back a ‘pfft’ out of happiness.
She did not expect him to care about this matter.
Deliberately, she teased him, “Will.”
When he heard that, Chelsea snapped his head around and glared at her fiercely.
He roared in anger, “It’s too late for you to dislike me.
You are destined to be my only partner.”
Moussa saw his angry look but did not feel afraid.
On the contrary, she found it quite cute.
Moussa pulled down his neck and kissed him on the lips.
She laughed lightly and said, “Come on, husband.
Don’t be angry at me.
What I said the other day was just an angry remark.
While you are not as gentle and considerate as Ryan, you have your own merits.
You are more handsome than him, braver than him, and better than him…..”
Well, forgive her.
She racked her brains and couldn’t think of anything that this rude beastman had better than Ryan.
If she said cute, she could guarantee that Chelsea would instantly toss her back.
She had learned a lot about his temper.
In fact, she could easily say something about his shortcomings if she did.
“Better than him at what” She was complimenting him, but she didn’t say anything, and then suddenly she stopped talking about him.
Did he only have two advantages Chelsea urged, unsatisfied.
“Oh, anyway, you are in my heart that everything is better than him.” Moussa praised against her heart.
Fearing that he would continue asking questions, she hurriedly changed the subject.
She said, “even if you are not as good as him in everything, you are my husband.
I will not dislike you.
Just like how I am not as tall, strong, and good as picking wild fruits like Ivy.
Will you dislike me”
“Hmm.” Chelsea nodded.
A face that was indeed so.
Moussa saw that he finally understood.
She thought she was done and went back into his arms.
Just when she got down, she heard Chelsea saying with regret, “If you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have realized that you’re not as tall as Ivy, nor as strong as Ivy, nor as good at picking wild fruits as she is.
So, do you consider it a big loss for me, the tribe chief, to find a partner like you” She dared to say that he was inferior to Ryan in all aspects.
He was furious, but he understood what she meant, and his anxious heart finally settled down.
“Eh” Moussa sniffed and bit him hard on the chest.
She looked up at Chelsea’s ‘hissing’ gasp.
She gritted her teeth and mimicked his tone by saying, “It’s too late for you to dislike me.
You’re destined to be my only partner.” Chelsea looked at her tiny teeth and claws.
He was tickled, rolled over, and pinned her underneath.
Then he lowered his head to kiss her.
Moussa opened her mouth and bit him hard on the lips, retorting, “Don’t kiss me if you don’t like me!”
Chelsea ‘pfft’ out and quickly kissed her a few more times, causing her to look at him angrily.
Then he coaxed in a low voice, “Baby, wife, how can I dislike you The forest gods gave me a treasure.
I like it too much to dislike it.”
“Hum,” hearing him say so, Moussa’s heart felt sweet.
But her mouth still refused to spare him and said, “Who knows whether you really mean it or not.
I heard that last winter, you and that female named Philo was very close.
I heard that if I had not appeared, you would have chosen that female as your partner.
Was there such a thing”
“This,” Chelsea was a little dumbfounded.
He didn’t expect her to ask this question out of the blue.
He was a little embarrassed to say, “You hadn’t shown up yet.
If you had, I promise I would have chosen you.
“I don’t believe it.
I remember when you were forced by the elders to become my partner.
You bullied me all the time in the beginning and didn’t give me a favorable attitude.
I remember it clearly and don’t try to deny it.” Moussa suddenly remembered the past.
The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she was.
The more Moussa thought about it, the angrier Moussa was.
Her eyes reddened as she spoke.