At this moment, lying ramrod straight on the ground, Huo Zhanting was also recalling the events of the past few days.
The lion's memories flooded his mind.
It caused the initially powerful and lofty Imperial Marshal to suddenly freeze up.
At this very moment, he finally understood why, on that occasion, Su Xingye had feigned fainting after Yu Lan injected him with a soothing agent.
Right now, he really wanted to just faint.
He simply couldn't bring himself to admit that the clingy, randomly jealous, possessive Golden Lion that wanted to monopolize Yu Lan every second of the day was his own beast form.
A beast form's personality follows its master's.
Everything he painstakingly suppressed in his human form, the nonchalance he forced himself to project—
—what did any of that have to do with the amnesiac Golden Lion in its beast form?
The beautiful female adored it.
Kisses, cuddles, and licks.
She even let it sleep in the same bed with her.
