C57 For Herself

At that moment, Faang Ming was seated beside a crackling bonfire, attentively rotating a succulent roast chicken that filled the air with its aroma. His expression was unreadable, betraying no hint of his inner thoughts.

Suddenly, a series of high-pitched squeaks pierced the silence, snapping Faang Ming out of his reverie. He looked up to see Six-ear on its feet