"Parker, are you courting death? You know I hate this sound the most." Bai Qingqing glared fiercely at Parker.
"Howl—" Parker raised his claws and used the sharp metal edge to scratch his head. Bai Qingqing was so scared that she immediately withdrew her fury and quickly walked toward him.
"Don't play around. Be careful that you'll hurt yourself."
Parker scratched indifferently, then put down his claws. He even sneezed.
A few wisps of golden hair drifted down from his head, then were blown away by the leopard's breathing.
Parker was stunned for a moment as he watched his hair landing on the floor. Only then did he let out an agonizing cry, "Howl!"
Bai Qingqing almost burst out laughing. She tried to hold back and said with concern, "You didn't hurt yourself, did you?"
Parker immediately took off one of the iron claws and touched the back of his head. His golden eyes emitted horror and anxiety.
