"Achoo!"
Qiao Xixi picked up the little tiger cub and rubbed her small nose.
"What's wrong? Were you restless last night? Did you catch a cold?"
The little tiger cub rubbed her small nose with her little hand. It seemed itchy. Soon, her face was red from scratching, and a rash had broken out all over her body.
Seeing her so uncomfortably itchy, Qiao Xixi's heart ached.
"Is this an allergic reaction?"
"AWOOOOO~!" The cub whined. Her whole body was terribly itchy.
Jin Ling entered the room. Seeing the cub in this state, his heart ached. He picked her up, sniffed her body, then gently opened her little mouth and sniffed again.
"An'an, did you eat some random flower from the roadside?"
Qiao Xixi was surprised. "What flower?"
Jin Ling explained, "It's a small purple flower called Itching Grass. It's not edible. I just smelled Itching Grass on An'an's breath."
Qiao Xixi looked resigned. "Is there a cure for this?"
