The moment Lin Huahua asked Ya Yun why she was the one picking fruits for herself if she did not have a male, the duck woman felt as if somebody had walked over and slapped her right across the face in broad daylight.
Her fingers tightened around the basket handle at once, and although she tried to keep her expression soft and pitiful, the anger in her chest had already begun bubbling up like hot water in a pot.
This was because Lin Huahua's question, even though it came from genuine curiosity, sounded like a very sharp insult in the beast world.
It was not as if Ya Yun had no males chasing after her.
She had many.
Too many, in fact.
