Su Qinglan sat cross-legged inside the cave. A large piece of animal hide was spread on the ground in front of her. She stared at it with furrowed brows, her lips pressed into a thin line.
She had already cooked earlier, made a whole heap of food, and both of those beastmen had devoured it like starving wolves. Her hard work—all the meat she cooked—was gone in the blink of an eye. Now, all that was left were eggs. Her precious eggs.
She hugged them secretly in her heart.
No way. She likes eggs. She won't give them any. Even if they starve, these are mine.
And these two didn't even look guilty after clearing the food. One was sprawled lazily right outside her cave, basking in the sun with his violet hair shining like some spoiled young master. That fox had "pretend sick" written all over his face.
