Lin Huahua looked at Hu Baiyu's face and immediately forgot half of the words she had prepared.
She had rushed over full of anger just now. In her heart, she had already practiced several fierce lines.
You are injured and you still came out?
Why did you run out?
Did I not tell someone to watch you properly?
Did you think your body was made of stone?
She had prepared all of it.
She really had.
But now that she was crouching in front of him and looking straight into his face, she suddenly felt that this lion was being too unfair.
He was clearly such a huge beastman.
His body was tall and broad, his shoulders were wide, his chest was hard, and with that white hair and strong face, he should have looked very fierce.
He should have looked like the kind of person who could scare people just by lifting his eyes.
But for some reason, at this moment, he looked soft.
It made no sense at all.
