Twin Tiger Kings' Love Triangle, I Mediate

In her previous life, Lin Qiu, as a female, was spoiled and arrogant. She transmigrated to a backward mountain region in human society, receiving a twenty-year "Zhao Di" (call for a brother...

Chapter 70 It will be fine soon

Song Mu also hoped that Lin Qiu could give him a litter of little rabbits, small and white, which were so cute just thinking about it.

However, the race of the cubs on the Somali continent is exactly the same as that of the father. Even if a female is born, her personality and appearance characteristics are the same as her father's racial characteristics.

Lin Qiu changed his position and lay on his back. Song Mu's large hand caressed Lin Qiu's lower abdomen, almost covering it completely. "I hope there's already a litter of cubs in here."

Song Mu was feeling somewhat relieved now. Even if he was pregnant with cubs with his fur color, he could only have one or two. Lin Qiu was small in stature and wouldn't suffer too much.

Lin Qiu held his hand and said, "If I really had a little tiger in here, it would be destroyed by you and Ling Yun if you kept messing around like this."

Song Mu kissed the corner of Lin Qiu's mouth: "Don't talk nonsense."

"You should be more restrained." Lin Qiu rubbed Song Mu, tilted his head back, and fell asleep again.

Song Mu laughed and saw Lin Qiu trapped in the furry animal skin with her white legs exposed, so he reached out to cover her.

He turned himself into a big tiger, lying beside Lin Qiu and pretending to sleep to watch over her.

When Ling Yun was making a catapult, he accidentally got his hand pricked by a wooden splinter, and a string of red blood immediately flowed out.

He walked home so fast that Ren Ge couldn't catch up with him.

Ren Ge called out from behind, "Why are you in such a hurry? Didn't we say we'd go to the stream to see those oxen after we were done?"

Ling Yun ignored Ren Ge, so Ren Ge had to go out by himself.

He hurried home and saw Song Mu's tiger head emerging from the bedroom.

Song Mu saw Ling Yun and said, "Keep your voice down, Xiao Qiu is still sleeping."

Ling Yun glanced at his hands: "Why are you still sleeping at this time?"

If Xiaoqiu doesn't wake up soon, his wound will heal.

Song Mu and Ling Yun looked at each other for a while.

Well, both of them have an unshirkable responsibility as to why Xiaoqiu is so sleepy during the day.

"Is Ling Yun back?"

Just now when Song Mu got off the bed and was about to prepare food, Lin Qiu woke up, but she seemed to have slept too much and her head was dizzy, so she didn't open her eyes.

Hearing Lin Qiu's voice, Ling Yun immediately entered the room: "Xiao Qiu, my hand hurts so much, look, it's bleeding."

Song Mu rolled his eyes. When this person passed by him, he didn't even smell the smell of blood.

What are you pretending for?

That's not what he said when he was injured!

Ling Yun held up the hand with his other hand and showed Lin Qiu the small red spot on his knuckles caused by the wooden thorn.

Ling Yun is very strong, and it is difficult for him to get hurt when he goes out hunting. He must make good use of this wound that he has finally gotten.

But Ling Yun looked down and felt a little embarrassed. Now there was only a small red dot left and it was not bleeding at all.

However, Lin Qiu still carefully touched the skin next to Ling Yun's wound: "How did this happen?"

"I was accidentally pricked by a splinter." Seeing that Lin Qiu did not refuse to care about her just because the bleeding had stopped, Ling Yun immediately started to act coquettishly again shamelessly.

Song Mu couldn't bear to watch and went into the kitchen, saying out of sight, out of mind.

How could he have such a shameful brother?

Lin Qiu touched Ling Yun's head and comforted him: "Go wash your hands with warm water, otherwise they will get dirty and the wound will get inflamed."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Ling Yun smiled in front of Lin Qiu, then went out happily to wash his hands.

Song Mu was too lazy to look at him. Ling Yun scooped a bucket of water and washed his hands and face together.

Ling Yun hummed twice and showed off by putting his tiger's mouth in front of Song Mu.

This made Song Mu glare at him.

Song Mu: To be honest, this little wound of yours won’t even form a scab.

Ling Yun: As long as Xiaoqiu thinks it’s serious, it’s fine.