"Shuwan, could you come back earlier next time?"

Mo Shuwan looked at A Xiang walking towards her, a hint of apology in her eyes. Her face was ashen, and her legs were even trembling, but she was oblivious to it. Seeing that A Xiang was standing not far away and was not coming any closer, she took the initiative to walk over.

Ah Xiang immediately smiled happily.

Seeing Ah Xiang smile, Mo Shuwan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She hugged Ah Xiang's arm and said softly, "I'm sorry, Ah Xiang, for making you worry. We'll definitely come back earlier next time."

Ah Xiang happily hugged Mo Shuwan, her eyes fixed on Wen Zuo and the others who were walking towards her, and whispered, "You are finally ours."

Mo Shuwan didn't hear clearly. She turned to look at A Xiang, her face full of confusion, "A Xiang, did you just say something?"

Ah Xiang took Mo Shuwan's hand and pulled her along, skipping and jumping towards the oasis. Everyone in the oasis stopped working and watched with smiles as Ah Xiang led Mo Shuwan and the others closer.

“I told you that we have prepared hot soup for you. You must drink it all in a little while. After you finish, go and rest. We are going out hunting tonight.”

Hearing this, neither Mo Shuwan nor the others refused. However, Mo Shuwan was being pulled along by A Xiang and ran too fast. She stumbled and fell on the sand. Seeing that A Xiang didn't seem to have noticed her fall and was still running and skipping towards the oasis, she opened her mouth and called out in a hoarse voice, "A Xiang, wait for me."

Chen Jiaxu and the others staggered past Mo Shuwan. No one turned to look at her struggling. Only Wen Zuo slowly stopped, looked down at Mo Shuwan struggling on the ground, smiled at her, and turned to continue swaying towards the oasis.

“Wen Zuo…”

Mo Shuwan called out but received no response. She could only struggle to get up on her own. When she staggered back to the oasis, the soup that A Xiang had cooked had been completely drunk by Chen Jiaxu and the others. She immediately got angry and grabbed Wen Zuo, who was about to go back to rest, saying, "I am your wife. Why didn't you leave me a little bit of soup?"

Wen Zuo looked down at Mo Shuwan with a puzzled expression for a while, then smiled, reached out and pried her fingers apart, and walked towards one of the small wooden houses not far away.

As she watched Wen Zuo walk into the house, Mo Shuwan immediately wanted to tell him that it wasn't their house, but she found that no one stopped Wen Zuo from entering the small wooden house. She glared angrily at A Xiang standing behind her.

Ah Xiang's stiff expression brightened the moment she turned around. "Shu Wan, I'm sorry, I only cooked this much today. But don't worry, I'll definitely cook more next time. You should go back and rest first. We're going hunting tonight, and you can only come hunting with us if you're well-rested."

Mo Shuwan nodded weakly, looking at the empty pots and bowls with some reluctance. "Ah Xiang, is there really no more soup? I'm so hungry. If I don't eat now, I might not be able to keep up with you on the hunt tonight."

Ah Xiang sighed helplessly, "There really isn't any more. You should go and rest. If you do well in the hunt tonight, the chief will definitely ask me to make you some more soup."

Hearing Ah Xiang's assurance, Mo Shuwan immediately became happy. She nodded vigorously and ran happily towards her house. However, once inside, she remembered Wen Zuo going to another room and let out a slightly unhappy hum.

After mentally punishing Wen Zuo, Mo Shuwan yawned, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

Unbeknownst to her, the moment she closed her eyes, Ah Xiang and the others who were busy in the oasis put down what they were doing, each of them went back into the oasis to get a bowl, and in a very short time they gathered outside the wooden houses.

Ah Xiang squatted in front of Mo Shuwan's house, reached her hand inside, and then frowned, staring at Mo Shuwan with a stiff expression.

The person next to him immediately spoke in a stiff, strained voice, "No, no food, no complete assimilation, no food."

Gradually, more and more people started talking. Mo Shuwan, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, gradually woke up to the sound of the voice. She felt someone standing outside her house watching her. She subconsciously tried to open her eyes, but suddenly, her ankle was grabbed tightly.

Mo Shuwan, her body trembling slightly, immediately stopped herself from making a sound. She opened her eyes a crack and, in the sunlight outside, finally saw who was holding her ankle.

Ah Xiang!

What is she trying to do?!

Ah Xiang's expression was stiff, but her movements were frantic. She grabbed Mo Shuwan's ankle tightly, trying to drag her away. Someone stopped Ah Xiang, and Mo Shuwan heard several stiff voices.

"No, there's no assimilation, no, it will get angry."

Assimilation? What assimilation? What does Ah Xiang want to do to me? Why can't I be assimilated? Who will be angry?

Several questions flashed through her mind. Mo Shuwan closed her eyes tightly and felt the hand holding her ankle loosen. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Ah Xiang stared intently at Mo Shuwan. Half a minute later, she let out a low growl, picked up her bowl, stood up, and stumbled towards another small wooden house.

Mo Shuwan turned over and saw that the clansmen who had been guarding in front of her house had all left. She took a few heavy breaths, unable to connect the lively and cheerful A Xiang in her memory with the A Xiang from just now.

After lying in the room for a few minutes, Mo Shuwan was a little worried about Wen Zuo, who had gone to sleep elsewhere after arguing with her. Although he had inexplicably started arguing earlier, she still didn't want anything to happen to him.

After struggling for a while, Mo Shuwan sat up, gritted her teeth, and crawled out of the house. As soon as she stood up, she saw Ah Xiang, who was beaming, and her people walking towards her. For some reason, she found herself feeling very sad, and goosebumps rose on her back.

What's wrong? Ah Xiang is still the same Ah Xiang. She just grabbed my ankle, and I already think she's that scary?

Although she tried to find a reason for herself and an excuse for Ah Xiang's behavior, she still felt a chill run down her spine as she looked at Ah Xiang and her people walking towards her, and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Ah Xiang seemed not to have noticed Mo Shuwan's actions. She walked up to her and naturally and affectionately hugged her arm. "Why did you get up so quickly? Didn't I tell you to rest properly?"

Mo Shuwan gave A Xiang a stiff smile, trying to find an excuse, "A Xiang, I'm so hungry, I just wanted to find something to eat. I remember Wen Zuo still has some food, can I go check?"

Ah Xiang tilted her head and looked at Mo Shuwan with a puzzled expression. After a moment, she smiled helplessly and said, "Shuwan, what are you talking about? How could Wen Zuo have food? And even if Wen Zuo has food, he can't give it to you. That's his own ration. You have no right to ask him for it. You must not go, or the clan leader will definitely punish you if he finds out."

"Wen Zuo is my husband, why don't I have the right to take it?"