Su Qinglan sat cross-legged inside the cave, blowing at the steaming bowl of rice in her hands. The warm smell of freshly cooked grains filled the air. It was the only comforting thing left for her in this crazy beast world.
She took a small bite, chewed, and sighed. The rice was soft and fluffy... Hu Yan's cooking never disappointed, but still, she couldn't enjoy it.
Because at this moment… all the beastmen were gone.
Yes, gone.
They had said something like, "We'll talk among ourselves, beastman to beastman," and left her alone in the cave.
Man talk.
Su Qinglan pressed her lips together. "Man talk my foot," she muttered under her breath. "They're probably planning how to glare each other to death."
She poked her rice with the chopsticks, frowning. Never in her entire life had she felt this uncomfortable. Not even during the apocalypse when zombies were chasing her down.
Because how was she supposed to face them now?
