The Tough Girl and Her Beast King Lovers novel Chapter 8

A light breeze passed by, and a strand of inky black hair slipped down beside Laurel's ear.

Without thinking, Sebastian reached out, tucked the strand back, and gently set it behind her ear.

She lifted her head, her bright eyes meeting the male's clear blue gaze. In each other's eyes was the same reluctance about parting the next day.

Moonlight and firelight intertwined, making Laurel's delicate face look especially soft and lovely.

Her dark hair gleamed like silk, light and shadow moving across every inch of her skin, vivid and quietly captivating.

Sebastian's long fingers moved closer to her face. His thumb brushed lightly over her pink lips.

He hesitated for a moment, then carefully wiped away the trace of grease at the corner of her mouth.

"Dirty," he said softly.

"Huh?" Laurel looked confused.

Why did she suddenly feel a little shy, and a little speechless too?

They both stayed awake all night.

At dawn, the male outside the tree hollow slowly stood, preparing to leave.

A small hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, and a soft voice came from behind him.

"Um ... will you come back to see me again?" Laurel asked quietly.

"You want me to come back?"

"Mm ... I do." She really did. She really wanted to. With Sebastian around, there was always meat to eat.

Maybe it wasn't just that.

These past days, her life had suddenly been colored with warmth.

Sebastian would sit by the campfire and tell ancient Fenfrost legends in his low voice.

When she bathed, he would go out and bring back colorful little flowers.

On star-filled nights, he used vines wrapped in blossoms to mark out a small space just for them to stargaze.

At dawn, before the dew dried, he would walk with her along forest paths, carefully clearing away any vines that might trip her.

He quietly took on all the chores.

When she cooked, he acted like her most loyal diner, finishing every dish without leaving a bite.

Even the simplest roasted potatoes earned sincere praise from him. "Better than what the oldest males in the tribe make."

Most importantly, whenever danger appeared, that silver-white figure was always the first to stand in front of her.

Sharp claws and a solid body formed the safest shield for her.

Sebastian wasn't just the first beastman she met after crossing into this world.

He was the first presence in this unfamiliar place to make her feel warmth again.

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