But Feng Yiren did not stop.
He was already too deep inside his own suspicion now, and once the fox truly believed he had found something, it became very difficult for him to let it go.
Lin Huahua's little rat instincts screamed in her chest.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Before she could take another step back and run, Feng Yiren suddenly moved with frightening speed and pinned her to the stone wall.
Lin Huahua gave a startled yelp.
Her back hit the cool cave wall, and before she could even understand what had happened, Feng Yiren was already there in front of her, one arm braced near her head while the other held her in place. The fox beastman was tall and muscular in a lean dangerous way, and standing this close, with his bare chest and hard body crowding her space, he looked overwhelmingly dangerous.
Lin Huahua's eyes widened.
