Transmigrating to the Beast World and Raising Cubs with a Black Panther

Bai Ze sat cross-legged on the ground, looking worried. "I didn't agree, so why is Mo angry?"

"I have a question." Xing rested her chin on her hand and looked at Bai Ze with a serious expression.

Qing and Bai Ze thought he had an idea, so they sat up straight: "What?"

With the two of them looking forward to it, Xing blurted out, "Isn't that orc named Hao handsome?"

"?" Bai Ze looked surprised. "What's the connection between these two things?"

"Of course!" Xing blinked. "If that orc is handsome, I think his suggestion is pretty good."

"So you want two partners?"

Xing analyzed logically: "Since he comes from the White Tiger tribe, he must be very powerful and handsome. He and Mo can take turns, one going out hunting and the other staying home to work, and he can also keep you company. Isn't that great?"

"So that Mo won't have to work so hard alone."

Xing thought this was a great idea. Bai Ze would have a handsome and capable partner, Hao's wish would be fulfilled, and Mo's work would be shared.

If Mo heard these words at this moment, he would probably only want to say: Hehe, thank you! (sharpening knife)

"?" Bai Ze looked completely bewildered, then turned to Qing, "Is this okay?"

Ao also spoke frankly: "This situation does exist, but, um... it's rare."

At the time, Hao said that it was possible to have two partners, and Bai Ze thought he was just talking nonsense, but he never expected that it was actually true.

No wonder Mo reacted so strongly.

"Bai Ze, why don't you consider it?" Xing blinked, very eagerly. "I can help you find out where the White Tiger Tribe is."

"When the time comes, you should bring that guy named Hao back to our tribe."

"No, no need!" Bai Ze thought it was outrageous and waved his hands repeatedly in refusal.

He and Mo have a good relationship with their current roommates, and he can't break the status quo.

"Why?" Xing thought her idea was great, a win-win-win situation.

"Stop giving me bad advice." Qing nodded Xing's head. "Be serious."

"Alright." Considering that Mo was indeed very good to Bai Ze, Xing decided to put the idea aside for the time being.

The three furry heads continued to huddle together.

Bai Ze: "Qing, if Yan gets angry, how do you usually coax him?"

"He..." Qing thought for a moment, recalling that Yan had never really been angry.

Even without a partner, Xing always felt that she shouldn't spoil the orcs too much, lest they take advantage of her.

Xing said to Bai Ze, "The ink will be ready in a little while."

"It's not your fault that others like you. You can't help it if you're too charming."

"If he's afraid you'll leave him, he can just become more capable himself."

Bai Ze felt that Xing's filter for him was exceptionally strong now, and he could even see the glint in Xing's eyes.

He reached out and pinched Xing's cheek, laughing, "Don't give me any bad advice."

Qing has a gentle personality and always handles problems in a mild way: "Mo may seem aloof, but he actually has a very good temper. Maybe he's waiting for you to come over."

Bai Ze thought about it and agreed, but the key was that he didn't know what to say after he got there.

It would be even more awkward if they just stared at each other blankly.

"Hey, coaxing people is easy." Xing seemed to be a seasoned veteran, her tone exceptionally mature. "Mo is angry because of that beastman named Hao."

"Just keep praising him for being better than that orc."

Xing raised her head slightly and touched her chin: "Orcs, they're all very concerned about their image."

"So superficial~"

Sure enough, not all strategists have been on the battlefield. Bai Ze thought his method was feasible and nodded: "Then I'll give it a try."

"What are you plotting?" Yan suddenly asked, startling the three of them.

"Dinner's ready."

"Okay."

Bai Ze walked towards the fire, his eyes involuntarily glancing towards Mo, who remained seated steadily in the shade under the tree, showing no sign of coming over.

You're not even eating?

She has quite a temper.

Bai Ze found it a bit funny, never expecting Mo to have such a childlike side.

He chose a very good piece of roast meat, wrapped it in leaves, and sprinkled it with the last bit of seasoning powder he had brought.

The faint firelight cast a shadow on Mo Feng's sharp features. He lowered his head and silently sharpened the knife in his hand with a stone.

Bai Ze sat down next to Mo and presented him with the roasted meat: "The meat smells delicious, want to try some?"

His smile was so genuine, his eyes so passionate, that no one could bear to refuse him.

But Mo is an exception.

"I'm not hungry." He didn't stop what he was doing, and his face was expressionless, looking as usual.

But Bai Ze was certain that he was angry.

Thinking of all the care Mo had given him, Bai Ze felt he should be more tolerant and patient; everyone has moments of being stubborn and willful.

I have to appease them today.

Bai Ze took a deep breath and decided to go all out.

He tore off a small piece of roasted meat, brought it to Mo's lips, and whispered, "I didn't give the last bit of chili powder to anyone else; I sprinkled it all on this piece of meat. Eat it quickly."

Mo lowered his eyelids and looked at Bai Ze: "Eat it yourself."

She's quite stubborn.

Undeterred, Bai Ze waved the roasted meat near Mo's nose, a smile on his face: "It smells delicious."

The freshly grilled meat was still a little hot inside. Mo's gaze fell on his reddened fingertips, and his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Then it bent down and took the meat away.

Seeing that Mo had eaten, Bai Ze pursed his lips and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Shouldn't this be considered acceptance?

Bai Ze was greatly encouraged, so he decided to keep up the good work and continue to diligently tear apart roasted meat to feed Mo.

"I can do it myself." Mo's gaze swept over a few fingers on his left hand. "Go eat."

"Oh, no need!" Bai Ze didn't want to give up halfway, so he decided to coax her completely in one go. He smiled and said, "You keep sharpening your knife. Here, have a few more bites."

"Isn't it too hot to handle?"

"It's not hot, not hot at all."

Mo was helpless, his face still tense, as his mouth was stuffed full one bite after another, leaving him no room to speak.

Bai Ze thought that scene was particularly heartwarming, but because his actions were so simple and honest, from another perspective, it looked like an old man chasing after his picky grandson to feed him.

Fortunately, they were in a corner, and everyone was eating, so no one noticed them.

After feeding Bai Ze a large chunk of meat, a weight was lifted from his heart.

After all, one is bound to be obligated to those who offer food and gifts; surely Mr. Mo won't be angry anymore now.

In order to handle the aftermath properly, Bai Ze dared not leave rashly.

Mo asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Bai Ze smiled at him: "I've eaten too much fruit, I'm not hungry."

Mo remained silent.

The two sat close together in a quiet atmosphere, a stark contrast to the lively scene around the fire.

"Um..." Bai Ze turned his head to the side, preparing to gently poke Mo's arm, but remembering that he hadn't washed his hands yet, he could only stick out his greasy fingers and nudge him with his elbow.

"What's wrong?" Mo asked calmly, staring at Bai Ze with an open gaze.