Hu Baiyu was still beneath her, warm, stiff, and painfully careful, while Lin Huahua stayed wrapped in the loose hide cloth he had pulled over her back.
Her face was already red enough to make her feel like she had been left too close to the fire, and the way Feng Yiren and Mu Qingyi were watching her from both sides made everything worse. She wanted to climb off Hu Baiyu. She wanted to run away. She wanted to pretend she had never woken up naked on top of a giant lion beastman with three very awake males staring at her like she was the only sweet fruit left in the whole tribe.
But before anyone could move closer, Hu Baiyu suddenly froze.
His blue eyes changed first.
Then his lion ears stood straight up.
