If it was a mature woman with extensive experience, one week in the world of beastmen and she would have noticed this problem.
"Beard?" Curtis shook his head. "You like that?"
Bai Qingqing shook her head repeatedly. "No! Those with beards are uncles! How could I possibly like that?"
"What's an uncle?" Curtis raised another question.
There weren't complex forms of address in the world of beastmen, only the concept of "Mom" and "Dad." Even Bai Qingqing's leopard cubs addressed Curtis and Winston as their names in their heads.
"The old ones," Bai Qingqing said in passing. Immediately after, she covered her mouth with a hand, her eyes rolling towards Curtis.
Indeed, Curtis's countenance darkened, and his soft and gentle voice lowered a pitch, sounding so icy it was as though it floated from a freezing season. "You don't like me because I'm old?"
Bai Qingqing wished she could just chop her tongue off.
