Rong Ling scolded with a sour expression: "Why are you eating so fast? It's not like anyone's going to steal it from you."
Feng Qing glared at Rong Ling angrily: "You said you wouldn't snatch my pheasant, yet you kept saying it was you who caught it and killed it. So I thought you wanted to take mine, that's why I ate so quickly."
"If I choke to death, it'll be your fault."
Upon realizing Rong Ling had no intention of snatching her pheasant, Feng Qing slowed down her pace.
Rong Ling was nearly seething. Did he say those words to steal the pheasant? Would he care about a little dark pheasant? He meant to remind her that he personally caught and killed it for her. She should be moved.
Unfortunately, Feng Qing had no such intention, focusing only on eating the pheasant. In the end, Rong Ling could only sullenly eat that half of the pheasant.
One pheasant and one wild rabbit, after the two finished, they weren't hungry anymore.
But staying here wasn't a solution.
