He reached for her hand, then stopped, as if asking permission with his eyes first.
Lin Huahua sighed like she was helpless, but she still gave him her hand.
He held it carefully, then rubbed his cheek against her fingers.
That was too cute.
This huge three-striped white lion beastman, who could fight underwater and tear through enemies, was sitting there rubbing his cheek into her hand because she had told him she was not disgusted by him.
Lin Huahua could not help herself. She reached up and played with his white hair, combing her fingers through the damp strands near his face. "Silly lion."
Hu Baiyu leaned into her touch immediately.
He melted.
There was no other word for it. His broad shoulders relaxed, his eyes half-closed, and a low happy rumble started in his chest. His lion ears twitched every time her fingers brushed near them, and his tail swept once behind him in pure satisfaction.
