"Mistress."
Huang Ying was startled and quickly hid the bone knife in her hand.
The one who walked in was another of Yuanling's mates.
Yuanling turned around in confusion, completely unaware that she had just had a brush with death. "What's wrong?"
"Shuangrong, the female who went gathering with you today, still hasn't come back. The tribe sent someone to question the females who went out with her. You should go take a look. They'll probably just ask a few questions. It'll be fine."
Yuanling nodded. "Alright, I'll go take a look. You get Yuanyuan to sleep."
The male nodded and walked over to the bed. "Yuanyuan, it's time to sleep. Your mother will be back in a little while."
The male wasn't as gentle as Yuanling. He pressed on Huang Ying's shoulder, forcing her to lie down on the bed. Then he sat on the edge, his eyes fixed on her, making it clear he wouldn't look away until she closed them.
"Don't look at me!" Huang Ying cried out in annoyance.
