Chosen Mate of the Beastmen Empire by Lewis Reed

Chapter 462

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After that impulsive move, Nyx felt a twinge of regret. Judging by Kian’s reaction, he might as well have turned into a statue. Or maybe he was burning up–his neck was redder than ever.

She’d meant to take things slow, case him into it. Going straight for the strong stuff had backfired like this. Their planned night of sharing a bed naturally fell apart.

Kian silently lay down on the floor, turning his back to her, not daring to glance her way. The fleeting glimpse he’d caught replayed endlessly in his mind. His spine stiffened, sleep nowhere in sight.

Nyx didn’t dare push him further. She put her clothes back on properly and stayed quiet for the night. It wasn’t until dawn started breaking that she turned back into her beast form. Acting like nothing had happened, she hopped onto Kian from above.

Hearing the movement, Kian instinctively reached out to catch her without a second thought. But once he realized what he’d done, a clear wave of panic and fluster washed over him–like he was holding a hot potato.

He couldn’t look straight at the little rabbit anymore. The moment he thought about who she really was and how her belly was now pressed against his palm, a rush of heat surged through him.

He’d been ignoring that fact all along. The little rabbit was Nyx, and Nyx was the little rabbit. Everything he’d touched, the way he’d shamelessly rubbed his nose and checks against her–all of it was her.

Those over–the–top memories came flooding back, and Kian could barely breathe. Nyx could feel the hands holding her trembling slightly.

She nibbled on her paw, debating for a while before deciding not to turn back into her human form. She stayed as a bunny, clinging to Kian.

If she turned human again, she wouldn’t have an excuse to act clingy. With how old–fashioned and proper Kian was right now, he’d probably avoid her like the plague.

But he couldn’t bring himself to push away a little rabbit. No matter how embarrassed he felt, he’d keep holding her–he wouldn’t let go and drop her.

In the little kitchen, Ernest had been waiting for ages.

The thought of learning new recipes and earning spirit stones back at the canteen had him so excited he couldn’t sleep. He’d tossed and turned all night, sporting huge dark circles under his eyes. Even channeling spiritual energy to cultivate for a bit didn’t make them go away.

in the sect, but it had

outer sect disciples, lacking a Foundation Establishment, unable to practice inedia, and unwilling to spend money on fasting pills. If they didn’t want to shell out, they had to rely on the kitchen to

knew better than Ernest how many people frequented the place. The spiritual meals hadn’t even been put

prices, even if he only split a tenth of the profits with the other cooks, he could earn in a single day what used to take

Ernest, for one,

to the little rabbit, sneaking a glance upward, but he couldn’t quite read

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circles under his eyes–probably too excited to sleep. Kian caught Ernest’s inexplicable “I get it” look, and his face darkened

was quieter than usual, clearly not himself, and even when they reached Pill Cauldron Peak, he still hadn’t snapped

just one glance. He circled Kian for a while, shaking his head with a hiss. “Didn’t I tell you

with such heavy dark circles? Has he not slept all night?‘ he

don’t look like you’ve got the energy to spar with the puppet today, huh?” he teased while deliberately sending

raised one stubby hind leg, ready to flying–kick the puppet. Before

with one hand while drawing his longsword with the other. Expressionless, his sword qi

to hold back a sigh, “It’s really hard to see you make a fool of yourself. You’re always

with those agonizing medicinal baths, this kid could endure it without a peep–Magnus

a fool of himself in front of the one person he most wanted to impress. Last

beast form all day today, probably because

lowered, his voice heavy, “You’ve got your

head out of his robe with a “whoosh.” Before she could argue back, Magnus jumped in, looking like

food, what am I supposed to eat?‘ he thought.

straight at Nyx, “Little rabbit, what’ve you got to be busy with?” A new disciple like her shouldn’t have many tasks. to do.

back in, “Just that yesterday Master said he wants to use the veggies I grow for the kitchen.”

do was farm and occasionally give Ernest