If she hadn't been scratched by Little White's hand just now, she probably wouldn't have cared even if he was a man who had ill intentions towards her. She would have banged him first.
Zhou Ling was still facing Liao Ning in his white tiger form.
Although he felt a little happy when he saw the woman's flushed face, he quickly realized that something was wrong.
"Can I touch your fur again?" Liao Ning's eyes lit up as she looked at him.
She wasn't intimidated by him at all.
Zhou Ling didn't agree or refuse.
Liao Ning thought that he had tacitly agreed, so she stroked his back.
This time, she moved carefully and was no longer as unscrupulous as before.
It made Zhou Ling feel as if they had returned to the time when he had just saved Liao Ning.
"Fortunately, you're my life-saving cat." Liao Ning leaned against Zhou Ling's back and smiled.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Ling was touched and turned around.
