Traveling through the world of beasts, my husband is super clingy

After Nanzhou washed the sweet potatoes, Lan Qingling asked him to make two large wooden bowls to hold water. Then she returned to the cave along the same route and took the firewood they had placed beside the stone.

As soon as they entered the cave, Lan Qingling stuffed a few thick dead branches into the fire, threw the washed sweet potatoes in, and then pulled Nanzhou to squat beside the fire to guard it.

Nanzhou originally wanted to grill two pieces of meat for Lan Qingling to eat, but when he looked at his arm which was tightly held by Lan Qingling, he remained silent.

The meat is easy to roast, but the chances of having his arm hugged by his rabbit are rare. Nanzhou lowered his head and grinned silently.

Lan Qingling didn't notice that Nanzhou was laughing with his head down. Her mind and eyes were full of the sweet potatoes in the fire.

Soon, the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes wafted out.

The fragrance made Lan Qingling swallow her saliva involuntarily. She resisted the urge to eat and continued to wait.

"Rabbit, can't you eat it yet?" Nanzhou looked at Lan Qingling, who was clearly eager but still holding back, and couldn't help but ask.

"Not yet, they're not cooked yet..." Lan Qingling swallowed and looked at the sweet potatoes in the fire.

"I'll roast one for you!" Nanzhou took a raw sweet potato and prepared to roast it with his own flame.

“No, no, no!” Lan Qingling quickly stopped him: “This is how you roast it so that it has soul.”

Nanzhou didn’t know what Lan Qingling meant by having a soul, but he knew that Lan Qingling didn’t want to eat what he grilled. Nanzhou lowered his head listlessly.

Lan Qingling once again ignored Nanzhou, her eyes fixed on the fragrant roasted sweet potatoes.

"Ouch~owoo~"

Just as Nanzhou was lowering his head listlessly and Lan Qingling was thinking about roasting sweet potatoes, a little wolf cub appeared at the entrance of their cave.

Nanzhou was about to stand up and throw him out the moment he came in, but Lan Qingling quickly stopped him. She looked at the sky outside which had already turned completely dark, listened to the constant sounds of wild animals not far away, and then looked at the little wolf cub that was only half the height of her calf, and finally she couldn't bear to drive it out.

Lan Qingling looked at the little wolf cub curiously and couldn't help asking Nanzhou: "Is this a beast cub or an orc cub?"

Nanzhou glanced at the little wolf cub and said, "It's an orc cub. It might have sneaked out because it was naughty."

The little wolf cub had no idea that Nanzhou and Lan Qingling were discussing him. He walked slowly to the fire, stretched out his nose and sniffed hard. Then he pointed at the sweet potatoes in the fire excitedly and cried "Awoo Awoo". He was so adorable.

Lan Qingling didn't understand what he said, but was touched by his cuteness and couldn't help but reach out and touch the little wolf cub's head.

Then he scratched his head in confusion and asked Nanzhou with his head tilted: "Why can he only make a sound like howling? Is he like me, abandoned by his parents and therefore unable to speak?"

After Nanzhou heard what Lan Qingling said, he looked at the little wolf cub who was hugging Lan Qingling's calf and acting coquettishly. A hint of danger flashed in his eyes. He directly reached out his hand and lifted the little wolf cub in front of him, saying fiercely: "Speak human language!"

The little wolf cub's body stiffened, then he tilted his head, as if he didn't understand the Nanzhou dialect, and howled twice.

Nanzhou raised his hand as if to throw it away, and the little wolf cub was so scared that he shivered. The next second, he turned into a human form, a chubby little boy about three years old.

He had a chubby face and a pink face, just like a ripe apple, round and chubby with a healthy blush. He had a beige animal skin wrapped around his waist, and his two little arms and two chubby legs were flapping in the air like pink lotus roots. His baby voice instantly rang out: "Ahhh, don't throw me! Don't throw me, I won't dare! Never again!"

"Nanzhou~" Lan Qingling quickly patted Nanzhou's arm and asked him to put the cub down.

Nanzhou felt sad when he thought of how Lan Qingling liked Mo Zhu before. The cub in front of him was even cuter than Mo Zhu, so how could his little rabbit not like him? Wouldn't she have to ignore him again?

Nanzhou shuddered violently, but when he turned around and met Lan Qingling's clear eyes, he immediately and unconsciously put the cub on the ground.

The little cub was also smart. He immediately understood that Lan Qingling was the boss here. He immediately flapped his short legs and shrank behind Lan Qingling. His little mouth moved smackingly as he stared at the sweet potatoes in the fire.