Day two of travel.
Or was it day three? Xin Yi had lost count.
All she knew was that her blisters still hurt, her fever still burned, and Qing Lin would not stop bringing up babies.
"If we had a female cub, she would have your eyes," he said casually as they walked through dense forest.
Xin Yi groaned. "Qing Lin, please."
"Or a male. Males are good too. Strong. Can protect the tribe."
"We are not discussing this right now."
"Why not? It is a practical conversation. We are mated. Young are the natural result of—"
"I will fall off this tiger if you finish that sentence."
Kuan Tie was snickering up front. Again. He had been doing that a lot.
Even Yue Ling looked amused. "The King is very.…..focused on this topic."
"He is obsessed," Xin Yi muttered.
"I am not obsessed!" Qing Lin finally turned around, walking backwards so he could look at her. "I am simply planning for our future! Is that so wrong?"
"It has been two days of nonstop baby talk!"
