Shi Feng's golden eyes were still narrowed in a fierce, protective glare as he looked at the weed that was floating towards his female now.
To him, these "demon plants" were a threat that had dared to interfere with his hunt for his mate.
He shifted his weight in the water, his muscles tensing as he prepared to tear the vines away from her.
"These demon plants now dare to go towards my female!" he growled.
As the vines sensed his aggression, they didn't snap back; instead, they shrunk away, tucking themselves behind Su Qinglan's shoulders like frightened children.
"Don't touch them!" Su Qinglan cried out, her hands flying up to catch his massive wrists.
She held him gently, her fingers gripping his damp skin. "They are very sensitive. If you strike them, they would be sad, okay?"
She spoke with such a soft, pleading urgency that Shi Feng's anger died in his throat. He looked down at her, and his breath hitched.
