Feng Yiren clicked his tongue from near the fire. "That lion cheats."
"He does not cheat," Lin Huahua said.
"He kisses your hand every time he is caught."
Lin Huahua blushed in the bath. "That is called apologizing."
"That is called cheating beautifully."
Mu Qingyi gave a soft laugh, and the sound made the cave feel warmer.
By the time Lin Huahua finished washing, her skin was no longer cold, her cheeks had regained color, and her hair had been gently squeezed dry by Hu Baiyu with a soft hide towel. He wrapped her in another warm hide, carried her back to the main room despite her weak protest, and set her down on the softest fur near the fire. Mu Qingyi immediately placed a folded hide beneath her feet so they would not touch the cold stone, while Feng Yiren brought the fish over with an expression that was still annoyed but also far too careful for someone claiming to be angry.
The fish had already been rubbed with spices.
