An Mo, however, was more than happy. He loved anything soft, squishy, and squeezeable.
After devouring a piece of dried meat Xuan Long threw his way, he gathered all three cubs...the snake and the two tigers into a giant, suffocating hug.
"My little fluffy treasures!" An Mo chirped, resuming the journey right alongside Su Qinglan's group.
He didn't even ask where they were going. He was just happy to have an audience and some tasty snacks.
But aside from Xiao San, who was enjoying the ride, the tiger cubs were miserable.
They felt like An Mo was trying to squeeze the very breath out of their little bodies.
Why was he holding them so tight? It was like being hugged by a giant, overly enthusiastic octopus.
Xiao Yi had enough. He opened his mouth and bit down hard on An Mo's forearm.
Crunch!
Instead of a scream of pain from An Mo, Xiao Yi felt a sharp jolt in his own gums.
An Mo's skin was surprisingly tough for someone who looked so pampered.
