"Get those ridiculous ideas out of your head."
The Beastman's deep-set eyes narrowed dangerously.
That familiar gaze made Teng Qian shiver. He rubbed his hands together with a dry, sheepish laugh. "I really didn't expect to find a woman in the Female Venerate Country so perfectly matched for you, General. Heh heh."
Yuan Lang gave him a look that said, 'At least you know your place,' then picked up a large chunk of meat beside him and walked toward Wu Yue.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, he stopped and turned to the two men behind him. "Bring your meat, too. Come with me."
Wu Yue had just finished the fragrant chicken soup in her hands and hadn't even had a chance to breathe when the Beastman's tall figure cast a shadow over her.
She lifted her small, bewildered face. "Whatcha want?"
'This guy Yuan Lang always loves to lord his height over me.'
The Beastman raised his arm. A piece of fresh, tender meat dangled from his well-defined fingers. "I want to eat meat."
