Ch 84: My Wolf Husband

By the time Lin Shuishi returned to the wolf den with the mother wolf, he found Fuli already outside, communicating with the pack.

The man was bare-chested, his tanned, well-defined back glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Beads of moisture gathered, tracing sinuous paths along the contours of his muscles, before disappearing into the half-length fur skirt wrapped around his waist.

Because of his own increasingly heavy body, Lin Shuishi had been holding back for some time. The man who had endured for so long now brimmed with pent-up energy, his blood surging ever so slightly after exertion.

The deep mountains knew well the sheer power of this body—how strong and unyielding that waist was, how formidable this man’s presence could be, and how profound his whispered words of love.

Fuli turned, his golden eyes narrowing into slits under the sunlight. Handsome features, beast-like pupils, and an overwhelmingly powerful physique—at this moment, he looked less like a man and more like a spirit born from the depths of the mountains, one that lured unsuspecting maidens in the dead of night before devouring them whole.

The beast licked the remnants of blood from the corner of his lips, revealing his sharp fangs. His coarse, dark hair seemed to carry the wildness of the untamed land.

Lin Shuishi felt his legs go weak, as if he might melt under that scorching, fervent gaze.

But he simply smiled and beckoned to the man.

“Your braid is loose. Come here, I’ll fix it for you.”

That single act of tying his hair lasted half the night.

By the time Lin Shuishi lay flushed and breathless, body soft and weak, the restless beast had already run off, plunging into the waterfall, rolling through the icy currents again and again to cool himself down.

His freshly braided hair had come undone once more, damp strands sticking to his face as he returned to the den, still carrying the lingering chill of the water.

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Tonight was a waxing moon, a rare clear night following the relentless rains of the season. Lin Shuishi couldn’t sleep. Having just bathed in the cold waterfall, Fuli was even more restless. But if they embraced, it would only make things worse.

And so, the white wolf standing guard on the mountain ridge yawned, watching the two “humans” sitting atop the ridge, basking in the night breeze. With nothing better to do, the wolf opened its jaws to play with mosquitoes.

Yes—Dongshan’s rainy season didn’t just bring flourishing plant life; it also bred an abundance of mosquitoes in every water pit. However, the wolf den was built atop warm rock, and the constant airflow kept most pests away. Moreover, the thick red rock of the ridge was impervious to the small insects that burrowed in the soil.

That was why Lin Shuishi preferred staying on the ridge during summer nights—venturing into the plains or treehouses always meant dealing with mosquitoes. And one bite? Absolutely unbearable.

What he didn’t know was that most of the mosquitoes here didn’t even bite.

Having evolved in a region dominated by thick-skinned wild beasts, these mosquitoes couldn’t access blood. Without blood, the females couldn’t mature their eggs, making reproduction difficult. After all, in the untouched wilds of Dongshan, there were no “thin-skinned, juicy” humans to provide a convenient meal.

So, they adapted.

They found another way—consuming the nectar of a plant that triggered egg maturation, allowing them to survive and ensure their place in the food chain.

Still, even if they didn’t bite, Lin Shuishi’s instinctive reaction was to slap them away.

Fuli found it amusing, watching his mate grow increasingly agitated as he tried to swat at mosquitoes, his poor eyesight making him miss every time. In the end, all he managed was to slap the air repeatedly, the sound echoing in the quiet night.

Fuli was still chuckling when Lin Shuishi, following the movement of a mosquito, accidentally smacked him—right on the side of his neck.

A crisp smack! rang out through the night.

Fuli blinked.

He had never put up any defenses against Lin Shuishi, so he hadn’t dodged in time. The slap landed squarely. His body, tough as iron, barely registered the impact—he wasn’t hurt at all. But he was momentarily stunned.

Lin Shuishi, on the other hand, let out a sharp “Ow!” His palm immediately turned red, and he grimaced in pain.

Fuli sighed, unable to bear watching his mate suffer over something so foolish. He stood up, lifted Lin Shuishi—supporting his belly with one hand—and carried him toward the highest stone wall of the ridge.

The towering stone face, weathered by time, loomed like the remnants of an ancient stronghold. Though eroded, it still stood resolute, guarding the ridge with an imposing presence.

For some reason, sitting atop the cool stone brought Lin Shuishi an unexpected sense of peace. He ran his fingers across its surface, then leaned back into Fuli’s embrace, gazing into the distance.

Endless mist rolled over the mountains. The sky was dense with stars, a shimmering river stretching across the heavens, glowing in bands of color like an aurora.

For a moment, it felt as if they had been swallowed by the cosmos.

To Fuli’s eyes, each star followed its own precise trajectory, forming intricate, interconnected patterns. This wasn’t just a sky full of stars—it was the hidden blueprint of life itself. But the knowledge of the Wolf God clan had long since faded into history. Even if he could see it, he no longer understood its mysteries.

He simply gazed at the celestial expanse, golden eyes reflecting the endless starlight.

“Fuli.”

“Mm?”

“Under this vast sky, I finally understand—I was meant to meet you.”

To die and be reborn. To cross the river of time and space.

To meet a beast.

To fulfill a long-awaited promise.

Fuli tightened his arms around his mate, his large hand caressing Lin Shuishi’s belly as he nodded.

“Mm. You are my moon.”

The wolves’ faith. Their most precious treasure. More important than life itself.

Desire, once calmed, no longer burned like an uncontrollable fire. Instead, it flowed gently, soft and warm, filling them with a quiet completeness.

The night was clear, yet shrouded in mist. Lin Shuishi looked toward the grasslands. Besides the scattered resting cattle, there were strange glowing mounds across the landscape—like pulsing breaths, their soft blue light twinkling against the starry sky.

It was breathtaking.

“That’s beautiful! What is that? The blue lights, twinkling like little stars.”

Fuli took Lin Shuishi’s hand and pointed toward the glowing hills, his fingers cool against the warmth of his skin.

“Those are ant hills.”

“…Huh? Ant hills glow?” Lin Shuishi frowned. He tried to reason with himself—was it some kind of phosphorescence?

Fuli narrowed his pupils and observed carefully for a while before answering, “The glow comes from insects inside the mounds. During the day, they burrow into the cracks. At night, they emit light to lure white ants—then eat them.”

Lin Shuishi froze.

“…Wait. They eat them?!”

And then, inexplicably, he burst into laughter. A bubbling, uncontrollable giggle.

Fuli didn’t know why—but seeing him laugh so joyously, he couldn’t help but chuckle too. His wild, handsome features softened in the moonlight, his face full of quiet love.

Finally, as exhaustion took over, Lin Shuishi yawned. Safe in the warmth of Fuli’s embrace, he drifted into sleep.

Fuli held him close, his powerful frame shielding him from the cool night air. As owls hooted and cicadas sang, he stayed awake, watching over his mate.

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By the time Lin Shuishi woke the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky.

He was back in their den, tucked snugly under a thick fur blanket, a buckwheat pillow supporting his waist.

Just as he was about to sit up, a sharp pain shot through his leg—cramps! He broke out in a cold sweat, gritting his teeth as he waited for it to pass. Normally, Fuli would be here by now, massaging his legs.

But where was he?

Before he could leave the den, he was swarmed by tiny furballs.

The wolf pups had all crawled out of their nests, eagerly piling on top of each other at the den entrance, waiting for him to wake up.

Some were trying to impress him—what if the leader’s mate picked them as a favorite? But most were just here for the honey. They had tasted it yesterday, and now they were hooked.

So, still groggy from sleep, Lin Shuishi crouched by the den entrance, dipping a finger into a bowl of honey and carefully dotting it onto each little wolf’s eager mouth.

What a life.

When it was the turn of the younger wolf pups, they clamped onto Lin Shuishi’s finger and refused to let go. In their innocent minds, honey must be just like milk—if they just kept sucking, it would surely come. And if it didn’t? Then they just had to suck a little harder…

This long line of pups eagerly waiting for honey lasted all the way until noon. Eventually, the mother wolves, realizing that their pups had yet to return for nursing, followed the scent to find them. Lowering their heads in greeting to Lin Shuishi, they each grabbed their little ones by the scruff and carried them back to the den for feeding.

Only then did Fuli return, carrying a rattan basket that Lin Shuishi usually used for gathering supplies. The moment he stepped inside, Lin Shuishi caught the strong scent of soil, mixed with a hint of bitterness. Rubbing his fingers—now slightly reddened from all the eager licking and nibbling—he lifted the large leaves covering the basket.

“Where did you go? What’s this? It smells pretty bitter.”

Before he could touch anything inside, Fuli grabbed his hand, frowning. “What happened? Why is it red?” He brought the hand closer and sniffed—sure enough, it smelled like milk.

Realization dawned.

“Don’t spoil them. Just ignore them.”

“Huh? That doesn’t seem right. It’s not even much trouble.”

Fuli raised an eyebrow, clearly displeased. Lin Shuishi, on the other hand, was utterly confused.

They weren’t even talking about the same thing.

Fuli was saying not to bother feeding the wolf pups—why should they be drinking any milk at all?! Meanwhile, Lin Shuishi was talking about honey. Even though it wasn’t easy to collect, the little ones liked it, so he figured he could just eat a little less himself.

“No.” Fuli’s expression darkened, his refusal absolute.

Lin Shuishi scratched his head, thinking for a moment. “Then how about this—you take me to where you collect the honey. I want to learn.”

Fuli saw that his mate had dropped the issue about the wolf pups and agreed, but he still warned him.

“Don’t try to harvest it on your own. Stay close to me.”

Lin Shuishi nodded enthusiastically, his eyes shining with excitement. He was so thrilled that he barely even registered what Fuli was saying anymore. Seeing this, Fuli, who had a deep wariness toward the bees in the flower valley, added another warning.

“They sting. It swells up. It hurts. Do you understand?”

Fuli cupped Lin Shuishi’s face, pressing their foreheads together so their eyes and noses aligned, making sure his mate heard him loud and clear.

Only then did Lin Shuishi finally give a serious nod.

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The once-vibrant flower valley had transformed. The heavy rains had turned it into a marshy wetland, discouraging most animals from venturing in. Only honeybirds, bees, and butterflies fluttered through the air, continuing their work.

All the flowers had been submerged beneath the water, except for one particular kind—a white blossom with golden stamens that blanketed the entire wetland in endless waves of pure, snowy petals.

Lin Shuishi was completely captivated by the sight.

An entire sea of soft, downy white flowers stretched across the marsh, their delicate petals swaying gently in the breeze. The air was thick with a rich, milky fragrance that carried through the valley.

Only now did Lin Shuishi realize—the delicious honey he had been eating must have come from these flowers. Though they looked delicate, not a single one had been toppled by the wind or rain.

The massive beehives were tucked away beneath rocky overhangs, sheltered from the rain. Without taking Lin Shuishi with him, Fuli shifted into his wolf form and began scaling the rocks with ease.

Only then did Lin Shuishi see the sheer number of bees covering the hives, densely packed together. The deep, resonating buzzing filled the air, making his hair stand on end.

Fuli had no particular technique—he simply relied on his thick hide.

Lin Shuishi immediately had a bad feeling.

“Wait! Use smoke to drive them away first! I mean—”

Before he could finish speaking, a massive whirring roar erupted from the hive.

The giant wolf had already ripped away a large chunk of honeycomb—

And was now being furiously pursued by a swarm of enraged bees!

As the massive wolf came barreling toward him, Lin Shuishi’s mind went blank. He took a sharp breath, pointed at Fuli from afar, and frantically backed toward the pond.

“Y-you—don’t come over here!”

For the first time in his life, Lin Shuishi had a realization—

His man was an absolute brute.

Forget talking about technique—his solution was just to go for it!