Feiyan's fists were clenched, but the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.
Qiao Xixi frowned when he didn't say anything. "Hungry?"
She picked up a stone pitcher and poured him a bowl of sweet water. "Here, drink this. It'll tide you over." After speaking, she turned and walked over to the stove to help Jin Ling.
Feiyan stared at her retreating figure. Just as he was about to unclench his fists, two small hands reached out and gently enveloped his large ones, as if infusing him with an unseen strength.
Feiyan stared at his cubs in astonishment.
Qiao Qiao and Qiao Ang stared at him, their wide, clear eyes instantly dispelling his hesitation. He suddenly shot to his feet and shouted at Xixi's back.
"Qiao Xixi, I want to be your beast husband."
The stone bowl in Xixi's hands nearly slipped, but Jin Ling swiftly reached out to steady her.
Sunxiao walked out of the washroom, his face, so pale it was nearly translucent, was absolutely glacial.
