Honestly, at this point, Lin Huahua felt that whether it was lion, fox, or deer, it did not matter. None of them could be fully trusted. These beastmen all had innocent faces hiding dangerous nonsense in their hearts.
Lin Huahua stayed in the bath a little longer, partly because she still wanted to feel clean and comfortable, and partly because she needed time to recover her dignity.
By the time she finally finished and got dressed again, she did feel much better physically.
Refreshed, even.
Her skin felt clean and her body felt warm.
Her hair, though still a little damp, no longer held the dust of the day.
But mentally, she was still dying of embarrassment.
When Lin Huahua stepped out, the whole cave seemed to have fallen into one of those awkward silences so thick a spoon could probably stand in it.
Feng Yiren was there.
Mu Qingyi had already come back in too.
Hu Baiyu was also somewhere nearby, though he looked like he had lost half his soul and buried it under a rock.
