It was not a hard smack. With her tiny strength, it was less of an attack and more of an offended pat.
Still, the cave became silent. Hu Baiyu who had been watching could not help but stifle a laugh.
The white mute Lion had thought he was going crazy when he had seen his little female as cute instead of vicious earlier and now he could only confirm it.
He even silently wondered, if she had always been this cute or if he was just noticing it now.
Feng Yiren froze too. His hand stopped in the water. His expression changed ever so slightly, because in the past, when Lin Huahua touched them, it was never like this.
In the past, her anger came with disgust, commands, punishments, cold eyes, and guards waiting in the background. In the past, any contact from her felt like danger.
But this time, she had only smacked his arm because she was annoyed. To Feng Yiren it was light. Soft. Almost childish. Like she had forgotten to be cruel.
