Chapter 558 - 555: A Male’s Instinct

Chapter 558: Chapter 555: A Male’s Instinct

Just as she was about to speak and stop him, he suddenly lowered his head. He captured her lips with pinpoint accuracy, a raw and urgent force that silenced all her unsaid words.

"Mmph..." Bai Wanwan was completely stunned, utterly exasperated.

’He’s being controlled by the Dark Energy, his mind is a mess, he doesn’t even remember who he is... and he still remembers how to do this?!’

But his actions were completely artless—urgent and clumsy, like a young beast exploring the world for the first time. It only made Bai Wanwan flustered, her breathing growing unsteady.

The scorching heat where their skin touched and his unskilled grinding made her feel uncomfortable too. And to top it all off, Zhu Xiu was still watching nearby.

Although the light was dim, with a male Beastman’s eyesight, he could probably see everything...

She quickly pressed down on Hua Han’s hands as they roamed wildly over her body. Her voice, tinged with a barely perceptible pant, was directed toward the window. "Zhu Xiu... c-could you step outside for a moment?"

Zhu Xiu’s figure stirred in the darkness. His voice was cold and hard, laced with obvious disapproval. "Wanwan, I think *he* should be the one to go outside. He’ll only be able to rest and recover properly if we watch over him."

Of course, he knew that the other male was in heat. A fire of rage was building inside him.

But he was keenly aware that Hua Han was injured and currently occupied the tenderest spot in Wanwan’s heart, so he couldn’t do a thing.

Bai Wan turned her head. In the faint moonlight filtering through the window, she glanced at the male. He was now fully aroused, nuzzling and sniffing frantically at the crook of her neck like a large dog, letting out muffled whimpers.

He was clearly driven by some primal urge, yet he had no idea what to do, only able to move by instinct. He actually looked rather pitiful.

’If I really let Zhu Xiu take him outside,’ she thought, ’he’ll probably just stay this agitated and uncomfortable, with no way to find release.’

"It’s all right," Bai Wanwan relented, her voice softening as well. "I... I’ll just stay with him."

Zhu Xiu’s brow knitted even tighter. A barely perceptible note of jealousy and discontent crept into his tone. "Wanwan, are you going to indulge him endlessly? He’s not in his right mind. He could end up hurting you."

The moment she heard that, Bai Wanwan knew he was jealous.

She was just about to explain when Hua Han shifted, displeased at having his hands restrained. His strength was shocking; Bai Wanwan couldn’t hold him down at all.

His lips landed randomly on her cheeks and chin, his breath scorching hot, thick with a pure and almost scalding desire.

Bai Wanwan’s breathing grew completely chaotic. She struggled to turn her head away from Hua Han’s clumsy kisses while hastily explaining to Zhu Xiu, "Zhu Xiu, I’m not just indulging him, and I’m not playing favorites! If... if it were you who had gone through all this today, if it were you who was so helpless you could only act on instinct, I would make the same choice. I would never abandon you!"

Her words were like a cool breeze, partially soothing the turmoil of resentment and jealousy in Zhu Xiu’s heart.

He fell silent for a moment. His gaze was complicated as it swept over the male on the bed, the one clinging to Wanwan purely by instinct. A part of him wished he could be the one to endure this instead. Then, *he* would be the one receiving Wanwan’s unreserved, tender, and even indulgent care.

"Zhu Xiu, please just go outside for now, okay?"

Bai Wanwan’s voice took on a pleading, almost wheedling tone. Hua Han’s struggles were exhausting her. "Next time... I’ll make it up to you next time, all right?"

Zhu Xiu’s eyesight was excellent, but his hearing was even sharper.

Even without trying to listen, the faint movements from the bed, the rustle of fabric, and Wanwan’s suppressed gasps and frustrated coaxing all reached his ears with perfect clarity.

It took nearly all of his self-control to stop himself from marching over, hauling that pest off Wanwan, and tossing him out.

’But... whatever.’

He silently turned, pulled the door open, and said in a low voice, "I’ll be right outside. Call me immediately if you need anything."

"Okay..." Bai Wanwan’s voice, full of relief, came from behind him.

The door closed softly, sealing the room off from the world outside.

The very instant the door clicked shut, Bai Wanwan couldn’t help but let out a soft groan, struggling to push away the head that was burrowing wildly into her chest.

"Hua Han... stop..." Her voice was faint. The Hua Han before her now understood nothing; he only knew how to grind and push against her, driven by instinct. He wasn’t getting any relief, and he was making her squirm with discomfort—like a fire had been lit inside her with no way to put it out.

Hua Han seemed to feel wronged by her attempt to push him away. The hands on her waist tightened, and his breathing grew hot and ragged. He lifted his head, his beautiful, almond-shaped eyes glistening as they stared at her in the dark. They were filled with pure desire and a trace of baffled helplessness, like a large dog that had no idea what to do.

As Bai Wanwan stared at him, her heart completely melted.

She sighed, reached out, and cupped his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

Hua Han froze for an instant. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, he began to respond with clumsy eagerness.

He tried to imitate her, cautiously pressing his lips to hers and clumsily tracing their shape. His movements were careful, as if he was afraid of being pushed away again.

Sensing his timid exploration, Bai Wanwan took the initiative. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. In between breaths, she let out a soft, encouraging laugh, her voice muffled and alluring. "Yes... just like that. A little slower, a little softer... or you’ll hurt me..."

Hua Han seemed to understand. When she guided his arms around her again, his embrace was noticeably gentler, as if he were handling something precious.

However, a male’s instincts are powerful.

Gradually, his breathing quickened once more. Whether it was fragments of dormant memories awakening or purely his most primitive instincts taking over, he began to grow urgent again. Kisses turned into nips, and his touch became far more possessive.

「The moon reached its zenith, its clear light spilling through the window into the stone house.」

Bai Wanwan was growing tired. Her body, already made incredibly sensitive by his attentions, was screaming for rest, yet she remained patient. Like teaching a clueless child, she guided and soothed him over and over.

Finally, after a long and clumsy exploration, the male got what he desired.

He threw his head back abruptly, a low, suppressed growl of satisfaction rumbling in his throat, like a wild beast finally breaking free from its chains.

What followed was a storm—artless, yet fiercely intense...

Bai Wanwan was starting to wonder if his earlier weakness had just been an act.

He had only just recovered from a serious injury, but driven by some instinct, he seemed to know no fatigue.

It wasn’t until the sky brightened and the morning light replaced the moon that Bai Wanwan, consumed by an intense weariness, insisted that they stop.

"I’m tired... I’m really so tired..." she said, her voice hoarse as she pushed against the still-insatiable male. "Your body is still recovering, you can’t push it... Let’s just sleep for a while, okay? Be good..."