Shan Bao howled softly, nudging his body closer to the bed and allowing Chu Heng to climb onto his back as they slowly headed toward the rockery.
Having just eaten his fill, Mo Qi returned to witness this scene. Despite knowing Shan Bao for many years and seeing it carry the small creature slowly toward the rockery, he was still surprised.
Feeling jealous, he complained, "I've fed you for so many years, yet you won't even let me touch you!"
Not to mention letting him ride, or carry him.
This little Crown Prince and it really did get along seamlessly.
Shan Bao took the little creature to the tiger's den in the rockery, let him gently slide down, then scooped him into his own embrace, pressing one paw gently over the body and opened his mouth, "Howl~"
Leaning against the soft Shan Bao, Chu Heng instantly smiled sweetly, "Comfortable."
Still, a tiger was more reliable.
He curled up in Shan Bao's arms and slept.
