Si Chen had yet to clearly see what had flown out, but she felt within her soul that it was something extremely important to her; hence, she reflexively reached out to grab it.
Baili An was stunned by the impact. Clenching onto that piece of tail and refusing to let go, he was like a little wolf cub guarding its food.
His gaze locked onto the object that had landed on the bed. His head tilted in puzzlement, his eyes filled with a canine's confusion and bewilderment.
He knew that object all too well. Even now, in his drunken haze, he recognized the little wooden rabbit carving he had made with his own hands. How could he not?
He pulled that face, released Si Chen's tail, and got hold of the little wooden rabbit before she could.
Then, bracing himself up, he lay on her slightly sweaty and cool back. Waving the wooden rabbit in front of Si Chen, he made a rumbling noise from his throat—an unintelligible sound of danger.
