It was like watching a tiny milk rat stand on two feet and squeak angrily at a giant lion for not taking care of himself.
How could anyone be afraid?
Forget being afraid, the more one looked, the more one wanted to pull her into their arms and rub her head.
Even Feng Yiren, who had been standing behind with a face full of jealousy, had to admit this in his heart.
Feng Yiren crossed his arms and leaned lazily to one side, but his red eyes kept staring at Lin Huahua.
His ears had already tilted forward without him noticing.
His tail, if it had been out, would probably have lashed once or twice in jealousy by now. Thankfully he had it gone the whole day.
He had just carried her all the way back, and not even a full blink later, this lion had stolen all her attention with nothing but a few hand signs and a soft face.
What kind of shameless method was this?
