My name is Lin Xi, and I am the only pure human in the orc tribe.
Good news: The tribe won't kill me. Bad news: The leader looked at me like he was looking at a reserve of grain.
In order to survive, I squatted in a corner and shivered every day. Until one day I discovered that the cold-faced leader of the tiger tribe actually had a serious "skin craving syndrome."
He was extremely ferocious during the day, and at night he squatted at the entrance of the cave and scratched his arms until they were bloody, and his tail exploded into a feather duster.
Me: "... Come here."
He doesn't move.
I reached out and scratched his chin.
He collapsed on the spot, the engine made a "gurgling" sound in his throat, and his tail slapped loudly.
From then on, I became the designated "cat groomer" of the tribe.
He appears at my cave entrance on time every night, puts his head on my knees, and droops his ears——
"Touch."
Later, when I wasn't touching him, his tail would wrap around my waist.
I accidentally touched another orc's head, and his tail immediately stiffened.
I asked: "Are you jealous?"
He said expressionlessly: "No."
Tail: Stiff.
Later, he was seriously injured and was in bed. He lay on his stomach and said to me, "Stay a few more days."
Me: "Has your injury healed already?"
He was silent for a long time: "... If you leave, who will change the dressing?"
I knelt down and looked at him levelly: "How long do you want me to stay?"
He looked into my eyes and his ears slowly turned red.
"... Always."
Tiger Tail tells the truth. He himself... Is a bit stupid. But that doesn't stop him from risking his life to protect me from wind and snow, wild beasts, and everything that comes towards me.
This is the story of a chatty social animal curing a lonely big cat.
It takes us a whole four seasons to grow sour berries from germination to fruiting.
He never told me "stay", but he buried every pit I planted at the entrance of my cave.
Two-way healing, no abuse, sweet enough to cause tooth decay.
[Demining: The half-beast form of an orc has animal ears and a tail. The male protagonist talks little in the early stage but his tail can speak. The female protagonist is talkative and complains about slaves. The concentration of daily farming records is very high. It is suitable for reading under the covers before going to bed.
Intention: The real home is not to arrive at a place, but to meet a group of people who are willing to plant fruit trees with you. Heal each other, tame each other, and grow roots in the fireworks day after day.
