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Chapter 78 What should I do with you?
When Fuying woke up, she felt the soft touch of the bed beneath her, a sensation that was very familiar.

She subconsciously frowned. Her first thought was that she wondered if Bai Cang and Teng had cleaned up the dust. If they didn't, it would be very dirty for her to lie on it like that.
She quietly touched the edge of the bed, where there were still damp stains.

Clearly, someone had frantically wiped the dusty bed clean.

Fu Ying's lips twitched slightly. She found it hard to imagine how Teng and Bai Cang, two such decisive and ruthless males, could keep their faces straight and clumsily brush away the dust and tidy up the cave.

Just then, a slightly husky, alluring voice whispered in my ear: "Awake?"

"Get up and eat something when you're awake." The aroma of roasted meat filled the air, though it was a bit greasy.

Fu Ying quietly lifted her eyelashes slightly and stole a glance, only to be caught off guard by Bai Cang's eyes.

His face was as pale as paper, and his once beautiful and vibrant features seemed to have faded, giving him a sickly appearance. He was quiet and aloof, staring at her silently without any emotion.

"Cough—" Fu Ying sat up, clutching her chest. She looked around and saw that it was indeed the cave where she and Dan Yue had stayed. Perhaps because of her condition, they hadn't dared to take her anywhere else.

Bai Cang stepped forward, said nothing, and handed the roasted meat in his hand to Fu Ying.

Fuying took it, and the two looked at each other in silence.

Suddenly, her throat bobbed violently, and a strong, pungent smell of meat assaulted her senses—

"vomit--"

Fu Ying's expression changed, and she collapsed onto the edge of the bed, vomiting violently.

The beast spirit flower mark blooming on her forehead flickered wildly, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, as she trembled.

Bai Cang's pupils suddenly contracted. He stepped forward and supported her shoulder, his voice unusually tense: "What happened?"

Fu Ying lifted her eyelids weakly, "I..."

"vomit--"

A sharp spasm shot through her throat, and she pushed the grilled meat away: "I...I can't smell this..."

"vomit--"

She was pale and looked weak.

Bai Cang's expression changed drastically, and he threw the roasted meat out of the cave.

When he turned back, his steps were noticeably unsteady. He paused in front of the bed, then finally knelt on one knee and gently pulled Fuying into his arms. His slender hands patted her lightly, as if coaxing a baby.

Fuying's back was pressed against his violently heaving chest, and she heard that usually lazy voice tighten: "Are you still feeling unwell? Teng has already gone to find the witch, don't be afraid."

Fu Ying reached out and grabbed his snow-white animal hide, turned to look at Bai Cang, her shoulders trembling slightly, tears falling like broken pearls, and a suppressed sob escaped her throat: "You don't blame me anymore?"

Hot tears dripped onto the back of Bai Cang's hand, making his fingertips stiffen slightly.

His eyelashes drooped, his Adam's apple bobbed slowly, and an indescribable sour feeling welled up inside him, followed by a sudden sensation of blood.

When she suddenly vomited blood and fainted, the glaring scarlet red made him shed all his pretense of indifference.

Hatred? Revenge? All vanished before her pale, paper-like face. As long as she was safe, it seemed that the pain and despair of the past no longer mattered.

Bai Cang's eyes dimmed, then he gave a self-deprecating smile. His thin lips opened and closed several times before finally uttering, "The baby in your belly is being naughty. It must be very hard for you."

His voice was hoarse at the end, and his hand rested on her swollen belly, his fingertips trembling violently.

Fu Ying suddenly turned around and hugged him, bursting into tears: "I'm sorry."

Large tears fell, streaming down the healed red fox skin, leaving a hot stain.

Bai Cang's eyes reddened, and he hugged Fuying tightly. Amidst the long-standing pain, a strange sweetness seeped out.

He stepped back slightly and cupped her tear-stained face in his hands.

Between breaths, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed her trembling lips.

After a long while, her breathing became disordered, and the baby in her womb began to protest.

He moved.

Bai Cang froze, his entire body stiff as a statue. He stared blankly down at Fu Ying's lower abdomen, his voice very soft: "He... he moved?"

Fu Ying nodded, her nose red, looking somewhat aggrieved.

Bai Cang looked up at her, leaned slightly closer, and their foreheads touched.

He remained silent for a long time, then suddenly chuckled softly, his voice hoarse, carrying a familiar, lingering tenderness: "Tell me, how should I blame you? What should I do with you?"

Fuying pressed her hand against his forehead, her fingertips gently tracing through Bai Cang's silvery hair.

The moment she lowered her eyes, a dark undercurrent surged within them, and an aura of danger and beauty made the air seem to freeze.

But in an instant, she returned to her weak state, her eyelashes trembling and casting a shadow on his nose, as if her previous sharpness was just an illusion.

It's not shameful to show weakness occasionally; tears and blood are always the sharpest weapons.

Why be fixated on methods if we can accomplish the task better?
"Are you still feeling unwell?" Bai Cang placed his palm on her lower abdomen, his movements very gentle, and his voice soft.

Fu Ying pursed his lips slightly: "You won't feel uncomfortable if you hold him. Perhaps the cub can sense its father."

Bai Cang chuckled softly, embraced her, and said in a slightly deep voice, "The rainy season is just around the corner..."

Fu Ying nodded, Bai Cang's scent lingering around her nose. Just as she was about to speak, a series of footsteps approached.

Teng carried in a withered old man, whose animal skin coat was askew and who was trembling like a leaf in fear.

The air suddenly solidified.

Teng's dark green eyes stared straight at the two embracing figures, a turbulent undercurrent swirling within them.

He pretended not to see it, shoved the old man forward, and said coldly, "Go, take a look at her!"

Fu Ying stepped out of Bai Cang's embrace and her gaze fell on Teng. His angular face was wet, and water droplets were dripping from the ends of his graying hair, leaving dark stains on the ground.

"Is it raining?" Fuying listened intently; the sound of rain outside had somehow become a dense net.

Hearing the weakness in her voice, Teng pursed his lips and stepped forward to tuck her disheveled hair behind her ear.

He flicked the water droplets from his hair, his dark green eyes gleaming in the dim light: "The rainy season is coming. Let this old goat take a look at you. If it's nothing serious, we'll go back to the tribe. If the torrential rain washes away the mountain path, we'll be stuck in this godforsaken place for the entire rainy season."

Bai Cang pulled the sheet towards Fu Ying, coldly cutting off the conversation: "Let him see a doctor first."

Teng raised her eyes and glanced at Bai Cang, her gaze equally cold, but she said nothing more.

The old goat didn't dare to lift its head, trembling as it smelled the terrifying aura of the high-ranking beastmen in the cave.

Fu Ying blinked and said softly, "I'm fine, I've just been too tired these past few days."

She used a little trick to clear the blocked meridians, vomited out a few mouthfuls of stagnant blood from her unhealed injuries, and scared the two men by letting out this pent-up blood, which was good for their health.

"Show her!" Teng stepped forward, grabbed the old goat-man by the neck, and made him examine her.

The old orc was on the verge of tears, not daring to utter a sound. He asked a few questions in a low voice. He was just an ordinary shaman, not skilled in healing. He usually treated minor illnesses and pains of the tribe's cubs, and dared not treat them recklessly.

His withered fingers trembled as he rummaged through the medicine pouch, a few dried herbs falling out in a rustling sound.

He stole a glance at Teng's gloomy face, then noticed the glaring bloodstains on Bai Cangxue's white animal hide. His Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty: "The two of you... the female masters only have a minor ailment... just take, take this..."

Before he could finish speaking, Teng's face grew even darker: "You call spitting blood a minor ailment?"

The old man was so frightened that he stumbled and looked to the pillar for help.

"Alright, I'm really fine. I'm a shaman myself, how could I not know?" Fu Ying grabbed Teng's hand, shook her head at him, and said to the old orc, "You should go back now."

Upon hearing this, the old orc was so excited he almost cried. He left behind a pile of medicinal herbs and ran away as if he had been granted a pardon.

"Hmph, you're quite 'kind.'" Teng suddenly chuckled, a somber look creeping across his handsome face. He deliberately emphasized the word "kind," his tone sinister, the last syllable like a poisoned ice pick.

His long, slender fingers unconsciously rubbed the sharp bone knife at his waist.

He had wanted to use this knife to slit her neck countless times.

(End of this chapter)