Winston walked over and helped Bai Qingqing to place Muir on her bed.

  Bai Qingqing stroked the messy feathers on Muir’s head with her frozen. She couldn’t bear to see him so weak and aggrieved.

  After covering Muir up with her blanket, Bai Qingqing stood up. “I’ll go bring a bowl of soup for him.”


  “You stay in the room. I’ll go.” Winston held her reddened hands and warmed them. It made Bai Qingqing so comfortable that her brows relaxed.

  Bai Qingqing smiled at him. “En.”


  Parker tidied An’an’s clothes that had been messed by the snakes, then looked at Bai Qingqing and Winston. After Winston went out, Parker walked over to take over the job of holding his mate’s hands.

  “Your hands are so cold,” Parker said, his heart aching for her.

  “I was in a rush to chase after Muir earlier and forgot to bring my gloves.” Bai Qingqing squatted by Muir’s side. “Compared to him, so what if I am cold for a while.”


  Bai Qingqing’s heart ached for Muir, but she didn’t reproach Curtis. She didn’t even cast him a single glance.

  This was how brutal the natural world was. She might not have the right to blame and reproach Curtis, so she didn’t say anything. It was just that she didn’t wish to talk to him for now.

  It had nothing to do with her love. This matter made one feel too aggrieved. It was like the fury one would feel toward cuckoo birds. Even though it had nothing to do with them, many people would find it hard to like birds who showed such behavior.

  Curtis’s brows furrowed tightly, detesting suddenly being excluded.

  Very soon, Winston brought in hot soup. Bai Qingqing took it from him, parted Muir’s beak with one hand, then fed him soup with a spoon using the other.

  The room was very warm, and Bai Qingqing’s hands had warmed up by now. Parker didn’t insist on warming her hands anymore and helped her part Muir’s beak.

  “Let me do it.”


  Bai Qingqing smiled gratefully at him, holding the bowl with one hand and feeding Muir with the other. It was a lot easier.

  Muir’s throat was dry, and he coughed a little after a mouthful of soup went down. He spurted out some soup.

  Winston brought over a piece of animal skin and wiped off the soup that had splattered out.

  Bai Qingqing continued to feed Muir and he stopped coughing. However, the soup didn’t go down his throat. It stayed in his mouth and would flow out from his beak if they weren’t careful.

  This was bad. He couldn’t swallow.

  Bai Qingqing felt a little anxious. She put down the bowl and spoon, stoking Muir’s throat gently, hoping that this would make him swallow by himself.

  Males were all wary, and even when they were unconscious, they mustn’t let their guards down. However, they could also recognize their mates. Realizing that Qingqing was taking care of him, Muir’s throat rolled and he finally swallowed the soup.

  Bai Qingqing felt as if a heavy burden had been taken off her. She thought that her massage technique was very effective and continued to feed him happily.

  Curtis stood behind them, watching silently as Bai Qingqing took care of the eagle beastman. His bright red and long brows furrowed increasingly tighter, suddenly feeling that he had made a bad chess move.

  His mate was the most soft-hearted. Seeing how pitiful the eagle beastman was, she’d definitely show more concern for him.

  Curtis pinched his nose and then walked over to his nest in irritation, coiling up there.

  The feeding went very smoothly thereafter, and the entire bowl of soup quickly entered Muir’s stomach. Bai Qingqing carefully wiped his feathers and beak and then turned to look toward the little snakes.

  “Where are the little snakes?”


  There wasn’t a snake to be seen in the room. She had no idea where they had run off to and subconsciously looked toward Curtis, guessing if he had coiled them up.

  Curtis threw her a sideward glance. She had ignored him earlier, so he was going to ignore her now.

  Bai Qingqing was the first who couldn’t hold it in and ran over, shaking the snake tail and asking, “Where are the little snakes?”