Then an idea formed.
A rough one.
An ugly one.
But still an idea.
Lin Huahua's eyes opened suddenly, and she shot up from the furs with so much energy that all three males reacted as if a beast had jumped into the cave.
Mu Qingyi stood first, his broad bare chest shifting with the movement while his antlers almost brushed the cave roof. "Huahua?"
Hu Baiyu moved even faster, one hand already reaching toward her waist so he could steady her if she fell. His lion ears were standing high, his blue eyes full of worry, and his tail had gone stiff behind him because she had just been almost drowned not long ago and now she was springing up as if the river had not personally tried to marry her to death.
Feng Yiren stood too, but because he was Feng Yiren, he turned the worry into irritation first. "What are you doing now? If you say you want to go back to the river, I will tie you to the fur bed."
Lin Huahua turned and glared at him.
