A soft, fluffy little cub plunged into his arms.
The little one probably wasn't fully awake; she must have followed the scent of her father out of the shelter.
After sensing her father's strong scent, she closed her big eyes, flopped onto his leg, and fell completely asleep.
Jin Ling's heart melted as he gazed at the round, pale, and tender little face. When he looked up, he met Qiao Xixi's helpless gaze.
The sleeping cub had been restless, as if looking for something. No amount of coaxing had worked, so she'd let her crawl outside to see what she wanted.
Who would have thought the little one would run off to find her father?
"I'll take An'an. Xixi, you go get some sleep."
Qiao Xixi nodded and went back into the shelter.
Jin Ling shifted into his beast form, letting the cub rest in the crook of his arm, completely shielding her.
Mo Yan, who was leaning against a tree not far away, heard the even breathing of the others and closed his eyes as well.
