As if she would be blown away by one fish tail.
She understood Mu Qingyi's side because that deer beastman was simply caring by nature. He was always soft, always attentive, always acting like she might fall apart if left alone with a strong breeze. She could recognize that. But Feng Yiren? Feng Yiren sounded like he was enjoying this.
That sly fox bastard.
And the worst part was that she could see on Hu Baiyu's face that he also did not want her in the water. The lion had not spoken, of course, but she could read it clearly in the way his lion ears angled back a little and in the way his eyes stayed fixed on her feet and the river at the same time.
So it was not only Feng Yiren now.
They were all against her.
At least that was how it felt in Lin Huahua's little dramatic heart.
Then, because she was growing desperate, she tried a threat.
"If you do not let me try," Lin Huahua said, lifting her chin with all the seriousness in the world, "then I will hit you."
Silence.
