However, his strength and his status in Bai Qingqing's heart were both below Muir. So, there was no way he could come in even if he wanted to.
Bai Qingqing looked over with difficulty, her voice sounding weak and anxious. "Quickly, let me take a look."
Muir's limbs were long, so he reached out his long arm, lifting the small thing on the floor.
It was a moist meatball, coated with a light yellow translucent layer on the outside. Muir didn't mind that it was dirty and carefully peeled off this layer with his other hand.
This posture let Bai Qingqing entirely rest in Muir's arms. She was in no condition to care about that at the moment. All of her attention was on that little life.
The leopard cub's fur was fine and soft, and she could see his reddish skin. When he lay in Muir's palm, he was only a little longer than his palm, looking plump like a bun that had just come out from the steamer.
