WARNING: HEATED ROMANTIC TENSION, AROUSAL, ROUGH PUBLIC CONFRONTATION, AND BEAST-WORLD POSSESSIVENESS.
She stood there under the bright morning sun, her small body feeling even smaller between her three tall, muscular males, all of them shirtless with only their low hide skirts hanging on their hips, their bare chests still warm and glistening from the earlier fight.
The whole tribe was watching now, eyes wide and curious, baskets forgotten, meat knives paused in mid-air, even the old aunties who had been sorting roots had stopped pretending and were staring openly.
Lin Huahua's white rat ears twitched once, then flattened shyly against her head as a deep burning blush spread across her pale cheeks. She did not want to do this. Not here. Not in front of everyone.
