Then Hu Baiyu lowered his head a little more, and his eyes landed on the top of Lin Huahua's tiny head. The urge to kiss her was so strong that he almost did it without thinking. In human form, kissing her already made him lose his sense. In this tiny animal form, she looked so small and soft that his lion instincts kept screaming at him to groom her, guard her, keep her warm, and hide her from everything that breathed.
Lin Huahua noticed the way his face came closer.
Her tiny ears trembled.
"Baiyu," she warned, though her voice came out too small to be frightening.
Hu Baiyu froze.
His eyes looked guilty immediately.
Lin Huahua's face, if a rat face could blush, was definitely burning. "Do not look at me like you want to eat me."
Feng Yiren laughed so suddenly that his hand shook a little, though he still kept her safe. "He does not want to eat you. He wants to kiss your tiny head."
Hu Baiyu's ears went flat at once.
Lin Huahua also froze.
