"Don't say that." An Jin gave him a look of mock anger before getting up and heading to the kitchen. "Every time you shed your skin, I have Ling Hong help me make you chicken soup and roasted meat. I'm going to make some food for him now, so you just stay here."
Gu Yin watched her disappear into the kitchen, then, out of boredom, shifted into his beast form and coiled himself into a ball. His massive, coiled body, resembling a great "meat pancake," rose and fell with each breath. He was clearly in a foul mood.
After preparing a plate of roasted meat, An Jin didn't just leave the earthenware dish in front of the door this time. Instead, she raised her hand and knocked.
"Ling Hong?"
An Jin asked tentatively in a low voice, "You haven't eaten in so long. I brought you some food. Won't you please eat a little?"
"It's useless. He won't answer you." Gu Yin lazily sidled up next to her and leaned in. His cool, ink-black hair brushed against her fair cheek, tickling her slightly.
