The roar came to an abrupt halt.
Chen Yixin squatted down, rubbing the fluffy big head of the Arctic Ice Toothed Tiger, "Little White, you mustn't be so fierce."
"Whoo~"
As she stroked him, the Arctic Ice Toothed Tiger gradually relaxed, squinting its eyes in enjoyment, its long tail swinging back and forth on the ground, and even its ears drooped down into adorable, plane-like shapes.
Gulp!
Shao Zifeng's Adam's apple bobbed.
He too longed to pet the big cat, but just as he was about to act, the Arctic Ice Toothed Tiger became alert.
Chen Yixin looked at him curiously, "Did you do something to it? Little White isn't usually like this; why is it so wary of you?"
Did something.
Shao Zifeng thought carefully.
The image of his first encounter with the little furball slowly emerged in his mind.
That night, Chen Yixin had drunk too much and wanted to show him her 'precious', and then this little guy thought he was up to something and tossed a skill at him...
