The young white tiger just sat quietly on the floor without saying a word and ignored Dong Xueqi's words.
Dong Xueqi had long expected that it would have this attitude, but she felt that the white tiger was not as cold as yesterday. It would occasionally change its expression towards her. This was enough to make her scream with excitement.
When the young white tiger wasn't paying attention, Dong Xueqi bent down and stretched out her long arms to pick it up, hugged it in her arms, rubbed her face against its down, "Wow... little one, your hair is so comfortable!"
Regardless of the young white tiger's resistance, Dong Xueqi hugged it tightly to her chest, her face grimacing desperately.
It was rare that this white tiger no longer had a proud and indifferent face. She had to satisfy the genin's desire to spoil its fur.
Hmm...the down of this white tiger is really comfortable. It would definitely be more comfortable to hold it in winter!
The young white tiger struggled a few times in Dong Xueqi's arms, and stopped in less than a second. (Qiqi: Could this cute beast be entrusted?! Nonono! Children are wrong to think so!)
I saw the young white tiger's head buried between Dong Xueqi's two balls, sleeping comfortably and closing its eyes.
As long as you look carefully, you can definitely find the expression of 'wanting to die' on this white tiger's face... Sorry.