Chengfeng let out a howl as if he agreed with Yue Jiaojiao's words. He put his two paws in Yue Jiaojiao's arms and kept rubbing his head against her, trying to lick her face.
Zhao Zhan grabbed the back of its neck and pulled it away in time. "Jiaojiao is mine."
Chengfeng bared his teeth.
The warmth of a human and a tiger recognizing each other had completely disappeared. Yue Jiaojiao laughed so hard that she clutched her stomach and fell. When Zhao Zhan heard her laughter, he casually tossed Chengfeng to the side and directly held the delicate person in his arms.
Yue Jiaojiao was still in a squatting position in Zhao Zhan's arms, and her small figure looked even more petite and lovely.
"Jiaojiao…"
Zhao Zhan lowered his gaze and looked at the giggling woman in his arms.
