This time, Bai Qingqing fell flat on her face and ended up with her mouth full of mud.
"Winston, if you continue being like this, I'm going to get mad."
Bai Qingqing spat out the mud in her mouth and flailed her arms, lying face down on the ground and unable to flip around.
He had let go of her just now, so why was he pouncing on her again? As a member of the feline species, was Winston playing with her as though she was a rat?
Actually, Bai Qingqing was mistaken about Winston. It was in predators' nature to hunt—even if they weren't hungry, they couldn't help but give chase when they saw a moving animal.
Beastmen usually could control themselves and wouldn't actually act like real beasts.
It was just that now, Winston had completely sunken into hallucination and couldn't think that much. All he could do was act on his instinct.
