Around midnight, the little tiger cub began to whimper from the heat.
She twisted her small body uncomfortably, but the source of the heat kept pressing in on her.
Jin Ling, who was standing guard outside the door, heard the tiger cub's stirrings, turned, and went inside.
"An'an, what's wrong?"
Hearing her father-beast's voice, the tiger cub woke up completely. She whimpered as she stood up and stared expectantly at Jin Ling.
Afraid she would wake Qiao Xixi and the others, Jin Ling picked her up. "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
As his warm palm stroked the cub's body, he noticed her fur was warmer than the rest of her. He was a bit surprised. He felt her over again but found no other abnormal temperatures.
Jin Ling's expression changed slightly. He reached out to touch Qiao Xixi's forehead and found it burning hot.
"Xixi, Xixi?"
Sunxiao, who had also been standing guard outside, came in as well. "What is it?"
"Xixi has a fever."
