"HEI YAN! STOP! IF YOU BREAK ONE MORE THING, I SWEAR, I WILL NEVER MAKE YOU THAT HONEY-GLAZED RIBS AGAIN!"
The effect was instantaneous.
The giant black panther froze mid-air, skidding to a halt with his claws furrowed deep into the mud. He shifted, his massive muscles rippling as he transformed back into his human form. He was heaving, covered in soot and swamp water, looking like a devastatingly handsome disaster.
"No ribs?" he croaked, his voice cracking with genuine trauma.
"No ribs. No seasoned steak. No stir-fry," Xin Yi threatened, crossing her arms over her chest, trying to ignore the fact that she was currently standing in a swamp in a world where her only protection was a possessive cat and a manipulative snake. "And no head-scratches for a week!"
