Yesterday she had noticed, but the shock of being in a new world was still there, so she did not think much of it at that time.
Lin Huahua let out a soft sigh.
This stone age world truly had no conscience.
Her poor little feet already wanted to complain, and she had only taken one proper step outside. Lin Huahua was just about to voice her suffering to Mu Qingyi when she heard movement nearby.
She turned her head.
And then she saw him.
Hu Baiyu.
The white lion was bent over near a pile of fruits, sorting them carefully one by one. His lion ears were visible above his silver-white hair, and his long tail moved slowly behind him in a calm way.
Like the others, he wore only a hide beast skirt, and because lion beastmen were naturally broad and powerful, his shirtless upper body looked unfairly impressive in the morning light.
