The water was getting warmer. It did not take Ming Tao long to realise he had stayed there for hours. Those cubs really did not come back. Ming Tao got out of the water. It seemed like he had to head back to the pride in the old-fashioned way, with unsown leaves blocking his male parts from the world.
Standing by the river, Ming Tao's eyes raked the nearby plants and trees looking for foliages big enough to secure between his legs. It would be even better if he saw a vine. He could make a proper skirt till he reached the pride. He made his way forward in the open space by the riverbank, heading to trees aligned further back from river when he heard voices. He frowned. It better be those cubs, he thought. His brows twitched when he heard another voice. He dived right back into the water without hesitation. The voice belonged to the one person he did not want to see. Mira Yang.
What was that demon doing here? And why now? He looked the least presentable.
