The little white wolf stuck out its tongue and licked the red fruit peel.

Unable to taste the fruit, it decisively abandoned it, stretching out its two furry little paws and laboriously pushing away the red fruit in front of it.

But he couldn't push it open, so he had to give up, turn his head to the other side, and look at the steaming stone pot.

A teasing glint flashed in Ning Qing's eyes.

The large red fruit was once again placed in front of it.

The little white wolf impatiently turned its head to the other side.

Ning Qing once again blocked the large red fruit in front of it.

This time, it struggled to get out of Ning Qing's arms.

But he struggled and could not escape, and could only weakly utter a "woo woo woo".

Ning Qing tapped his little head with her slightly bent fingers.

"Behave yourself, or I'll let you go hungry."

As he spoke, he put his finger into its mouth.

"The fish soup isn't ready yet, let's eat our fingers first."

The little white wolf subconsciously began sucking on Ning Qing's fingertips, and at the same time stopped struggling.

Ning Qing... "Tsk, it's no exaggeration to say you're a glutton; you even eat your fingers with relish."

After the little white wolf drank the fish soup, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Ning Qing placed it in the grass beside her, then took out the small black sword from her spatial storage.

She unleashed a barrage of attacks on several large trees, and before long, Ning Qing's feet were piled high with neatly cut timber.

They carried the neatly cut timber on their shoulders, entered the cave, and began to assemble it.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a large bed about three meters long had been assembled in the cave.

Ning Qing carried the wolf cub sleeping in the grass back to bed.

Take a large towel out of the space and cover it with it.

He turned and walked out of the cave, then unleashed another burst of attacks on a large tree behind the cave.

Before long, a set of table and chairs appeared in the cave, and Ning Qing was very satisfied with her masterpiece.

Arriving at the edge of the deep pool, he shed his robes, transformed back into his beast form, and plunged into the pool.

When the little white wolf woke up in bed, he didn't smell Ning Qing's familiar scent, nor did he see her.

These past two days, it has gotten used to Ningqing feeding and keeping it company, and seems a little anxious.

After searching the cave, I still couldn't find any familiar faces or smells.

It made a "woo-woo-woo" sound once again.

The voice carried a sense of urgency and a hint of unease.

Ning Qing, who was soaking in the pool, had exceptional hearing and could faintly hear the whimpering of the wolf cub.

Naturally, one could also hear the anxiety and unease in its voice.

Ning Qing's lips curved slightly.

This little wolf cub is really something...

Have you already gotten used to my presence after only two days together?

What Ning Qing didn't know was that the little wolf cub now had a kind of chick complex towards her.

They've mistaken her for a male mother!

After Ning Qing transformed into human form, went ashore, and dressed, she arrived at the cave.

The wolf cubs in the cave smelled Ning Qing's familiar scent.

Suddenly, he stumbled and ran towards her.

He opened his mouth and wouldn't let go of her trouser leg.

While constantly tugging at his trouser legs, he also made a "woo-woo-woo" sound that sounded like dissatisfaction.

Ning Qing picked up the little wolf cub from the ground and rubbed its little head.

"Are you hungry again?"

He placed the wolf cub on the table, ladled out a bowl of leftover fish soup from lunchtime, picked up a white jade spoon, and slowly fed it spoonful by spoonful into the little white wolf's mouth.

The little white wolf was clearly very dissatisfied with Ning Qing's feeding speed.