Lisa finally relaxed a little, letting go of her tight grip on Feng Shan and carefully stepping away.
For every step she took forward, she would unconsciously retreat three. Trembling with fear, she finally stood before Tyson.
She hesitantly reached out, but before her hand could even touch the tiger, she snatched it back as if she'd been shocked.
Feng Shan couldn't stand watching her be so afraid. "Tyson," he said, "this lady wants to pet you. Sit."
Tyson immediately obeyed, plopping down on his rear. He looked exceptionally well-behaved.
Seeing the tiger cooperate so readily, Lisa's jaw dropped in surprise.
Mustering her courage, she stepped forward again. She quickly reached out and gave the tiger's big, hamburger-like face a light pat, then immediately snatched her hand back.
When the tiger truly didn't resist, Lisa grew bolder. She began to confidently run her hands all over its body, marveling as she did.
"Wow, his fur is so warm!"
