Hearing the sound, Bai Wanwan turned her head, the corners of her lips lifting slightly as she called out softly toward the cave entrance, "Zhu Xiu..."
Zhu Xiu was carrying a freshly hunted snow deer on his shoulder, which he casually tossed down in front of Yan Lie.
The still-wet blood on the animal hide spread into a dark red stain on the ground.
Hearing his name, he didn't pause his steps, but strode into the stone house.
"Zhu Xiu, I need to talk to you."
Bai Wanwan raised her sauce-covered hands and waved them at him.
Zhu Xiu walked over to her in a few strides, reaching out to wipe away a smear of sauce on her cheek with his thumb.
The rough pad of his thumb brushed against her soft skin. His lips parted slightly. "Good. I have something to say as well."
Bai Wanwan blinked at him, a sly curve playing on her lips. "Maybe... we're about to say the same thing?"
