When you first stepped into this world where females are scarce and males are abundant, you realized you had become a rare treasure. Six pairs of differently colored eyes turned toward you simultaneously—fox's golden pupils, snow leopard's gray eyes, wolf's brown irises, bear's blue eyes, leopard's blue eyes, tiger's striped gaze. They closed in around you, and you smelled gunpowder and leather. Wang Zhiqiang called you 'Meimei' in Mandarin, his voice carrying the familiarity of a fellow townsman. Your heart raced, because you knew that in this polygynous world, as the only human female, you were destined to become the center of the storm.