Hesitation

Qiao Mu didn't comprehend what Sikong Fuling was saying to her at all. She merely found a clean place to sit on by instinct.

Meanwhile, Sikong Fuling had soon built an open fire, starting to roast the small-sized mystic beast that she had cleaned.

Before long, the scent of roasting meat wafted out, and Sikong Fuling grumbled, "Chomping on dry food every day has made my mouth tasteless. Even though the meat from this small-sized mystic beast isn't too tender, the good thing is that it hasn't mutated. So just make do with some of it."

"I had put in a good amount of effort to get rid of its gamey smell," Sikong Fuling mentioned as she tossed her a chunk of thigh meat that was wrapped in a tree leaf.

Qiao Mu sat there like a jade sculpture, but when the bundle flew in front of her face, she automatically reached out to grab it, catching it securely.

Sikong Fuling raised her brow, her probing gaze settling on Qiao Mu's body.