Feng Yiren looked delighted, but his fingers around her tiny body stayed careful. He was holding her firmly enough that she would not fall, but not tight enough to hurt her. In this form, Lin Huahua was really too small, so small that her whole body barely filled his palm, and because she was covered in soft white fur with two round twitching ears and a tiny angry face, Feng Yiren felt that even the beast gods must have created her like this just to make males lose their minds from cuteness.
Even now, while teasing her, his thumb lightly checked whether she was shaking, and his gaze flicked once toward the bushes she had been staring at.
He noticed.
Lin Huahua saw his expression change slightly.
She quickly turned her head back toward the bush.
The red eyes were gone.
Nothing moved there anymore, and there were only dark leaves, tall grass, and shadows that looked normal again under the weak firelight coming from the tribe.
Her tiny heart beat fast.
Maybe she imagined it.
