Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: Chapter 483: The Day An Mo Almost Died for No Reason

Behind her, the temperature in the room dropped to subzero levels.

The eyes of the five beastmen... Hu Yan, Han Jue, Rong Ye, Xuan Long, and even the quiet Shi Feng were literally digging into An Mo’s back. Their auras flared up, heavy and suffocating with a sudden, protective fury.

"An Mo..." Xuan Long’s voice was a low, dangerous rumble that made the wooden wall vibrate. "Why is my female bowing to you? What ’favors’ did you perform for her while she was asleep?"

An Mo shuddered violently, pressing his back against the wall. "Xuan Long, believe me! I didn’t do anything!" he wailed, his eyes darting frantically toward the exit.

"Female, please! Stand up! Don’t shorten my life! If you keep bowing, these five are going to turn me into mincemeat before sunset!"

He looked at her with an almost teary expression, his hands raised in a defensive posture. "Don’t bow at me! I don’t know what you’re thanking me for, but please, just stop! I want to live to see tomorrow!"

Su Qinglan straightened up, blinking in confusion. It was then that Xuyu’s voice echoed in her mind, sounding a bit tired.

"Host... you’re wasting your breath. An Mo doesn’t remember a single thing. The past life you saw was in another timeline, a version of reality that was erased when you transmigrated. In this timeline, he hasn’t saved you from an alley or blessed your soul yet. To him, you’re just suddenly acting very, very strange."

Su Qinglan felt a wave of awkwardness wash over her. She looked at the terrified man in the corner and then at her five husbands, who looked ready to start a war.

She realized that to them, her behavior looked like she was deeply indebted to An Mo for something secret.

Did she just create more trouble for this pitiful man? Ahh! She really didn’t mean to.

"I... I just meant thank you for the medicine!" she blurted out, trying to fix the situation. "He gave me... very good medicine while I was asleep! Right, An Mo?"

An Mo nodded so hard his neck cracked.

"Yes... yes, Lan Lan doesn’t have to bow to me... it is just a simple medicine."

The heavy tension in the room snapped, though the husbands still looked suspicious.

Han Jue narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. "That must have been some incredible medicine for a bow like that. We’ll be sure to ’repay’ you later."

An Mo let out a whimper, knowing that "repay" usually meant a very long, very painful sparring session. Ahh! He was already tired.

Su Qinglan bit her lip, suppressing a laugh despite the lingering grief in her heart.

An Mo had reached his limit. He didn’t want to stay in this room for another second. He wasn’t sure what Su Qinglan would do next... would she bow again? Would she try to hug him?

Every time she moved, the five men in the room looked like they were ready to skin him alive.

An Mo was good at fighting, sure, but that didn’t mean he enjoyed it. Especially not with Xuan Long.

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