Three Little Cubs

"Meow—"

"Meow—"

Kitten-like cries kept on ringing out incessantly in the house. Alva was laying outside with his stomach down on a branch, looking toward the house. There was an unprecedented softness in his heart.

It was good. She had finally given birth. It'd be even more convenient for him to woo her in the future.

Muir took the animal skin that Bai Qingqing used to wash her face and walked up to the bed, carefully avoiding the leopard cubs.

As the cubs' bodies were too small and soft, Bai Qingqing almost didn't bleed at all. It was just that her lower body was drenched from the amniotic fluid. Muir squatted down next to her, wiping her body down with the animal skin.

Bai Qingqing moved her heavy body. "Can you help me to boil a pot of hot water? I'd like to clean up."