The General was a fully grown wolf, colossal in size and weighing over a hundred pounds. Just its presence was unnerving, let alone when it intentionally flashed its formidable visage.
Gu Qingxin was so terrified that she visibly trembled, the image of the General baring its teeth as if to bite her, deeply etched into her mind.
"I'm here, there's no need to be scared." Beiming Han gently patted her back to comfort her.
Gu Qingxin was truly terrified. Now even the sound of Beiming Han's voice had an exceptionally comforting effect on her. She clung onto him as if she were a climber, hugging him tightly.
"Good girl, there's nothing to be afraid of. The General is very well-behaved, he won't really hurt you."
Beiming Han sat down on the bed, with the girl from his embrace sitting on his lap. Sensing her terror, Beiming Han glared disapprovingly at the General, who had sprawled out on the ground and dared not move.
