Although there was no way he'd die from thirst, the innate nature in Muir's blood still made him do this.
That voice made Bai Qingqing think of an old hen incubating her eggs. She suddenly let out a stifled laugh.
She wondered if Muir would erupt his feathers to protect the chicks like a hen if she were to try to catch them after the eggs hatched.
Oh my, this couldn't do. The more she thought about it, the more she couldn't hold back her laughter.
Bai Qingqing laughed until her stomach ached. Her expression became extremely distorted from all the laughing, but she still couldn't contain it.
Both Muir and Winston threw her perplexed gazes. Was Qingqing feeling happy? Why did it give them the feeling that there was a deeper meaning behind her laughter?
Bai Qingqing buried half her face under the blankets, covering the uncontrollable laughter on her face, and she leaned on the tiger next to her.
