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Upon seeing the situation, Muen hurriedly transformed into his human form, squatting beside and drawing circles on the ground, looking utterly aggrieved.
Anyuan watched him, and the fear in his heart gradually dissipated. He gently spoke, "Muen, let's go home, Hug."
As soon as Muen heard this, his eyes turned red, and he began to babble excitedly. However, Anyuan couldn't understand a word. It wasn't until Muen calmed down a bit that Anyuan felt too shy to pat Muen's head like he usually did.
"Alright, let's go home," Anyuan said.
Muen took the initiative to hold his hand, and Anyuan didn't refuse. Muen's heart soared with joy as he bounced along like a child, picking up fallen leaves to tuck into Anyuan's hair, having the time of his life.
Anyuan felt that he was adapting quite quickly; after witnessing all sorts of strange things in this world, the existence of monsters didn't seem so hard to accept anymore.
Moreover, Muen had saved his life multiple times; he must be a kind-hearted creature.
Their gazes met in the air, and Muen's face visibly flushed red, resembling a ripe red apple.
"Muen, what's wrong? Are you feeling feverish?" Anyuan asked with concern.
The Black Panther Beastman, who could kill a tiger with his bare hands, was behaving like a gentle kitten in front of the boy.
When happy, he loved to lick Anyuan's face clean with his tongue, though the barbs on it often made Anyuan's face sting. Anyuan sighed internally, thinking: There's no helping it; my Hug can only be spoiled.
Although the poison in Anyuan had been cured, his body remained weak. Once they returned to the cave, Muen insisted that he lie down to rest and carefully tucked him in with a tiger skin blanket.
Anyuan's face was buried in the fluffy fur, and his crystal-like eyes seemed to possess a captivating magic.
“Muen, if you have a fever, you should drink more hot water,” Anyuan said.
Muen, blushing, silently walked outside the cave and gulped down a large bucket of cold water, trying to suppress the boiling heat in his heart.
Seeing this, Shen An couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, secretly muttering to himself: Well, how does drinking cold water not count as cooling down?
As the sky dimmed slightly, Muen prepared to make something for Little Female.
He took out the raw meat from the morning, washed it clean, and placed it on a stone pot. Mimicking Anyuan's usual manner, he sprinkled salt and squeezed lemon juice over it.
Anyuan carefully observed the busy young man. With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs, Muen exuded an entire male model vibe, making Anyuan inwardly admire him.
After frying the meat, Muen cut it into small pieces and brought it over in a bamboo bowl. Clumsily picking up a pair of bamboo chopsticks, he offered a piece of meat to Anyuan's mouth.
Feeling a bit awkward, Anyuan said, “I can do it myself.”
He reached out to take the bowl, but upon meeting Muen's seemingly hurt gaze, he inexplicably lowered his hand and opened his mouth to bite into the piece of meat.
Seeing this, Muen's eyes lit up instantly as he continued to feed him piece after piece.
At 178 centimeters tall, Anyuan looked like a tiny figure in front of the nearly two-meter-tall Muen.
As Muen fed, a sudden soft sensation brushed against his lips, leaving Anyuan momentarily stunned.
The triumphant Little Black Panther felt a surge of delight and wanted to taste again.
This time, it was Anyuan who turned as red as a cooked shrimp, hurriedly saying, "Um... I'm full."
He concocted a reasonable explanation in his mind: Muen must be acting on instinct; after all, don't felines love to lick?
Holding the water bowl that Muen had passed to him, Anyuan drank while stealing glances at Muen. He noticed that the creature's eyes seemed fixated on him, making him feel utterly uncomfortable.
If it weren't for their time together, he would have suspected that this beast wanted to eat him.
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