Han Jue finally calmed down.
The female's foolish grin and the way she laughed with that ridiculous plant still clinging to her cheek, it was irritating, but his heart was no longer aching with the loss of the spiritual plant.
Fine, he would forget it for now.
She was still just a foolish female, no matter what strange tricks she used.
His eyes cooled, replaced with the same coldness he used on everyone else in the tribe. Yes. That was the best. Treat her like anyone else. Nothing more. Nothing less.
But that didn't mean he'd let her run around like an idiot.
Han Jue straightened his back and folded his arms across his chest. His voice came out rough and unpleasant, like he was chewing gravel.
"What are you doing so far away from the tribe grounds? Don't you know how unsafe it is to roam without protection? What if I wasn't here? You would've ended up in that ferocious beast's stomach!"
Su Qinglan froze, blinking at him blankly.
"…Huh?"
