"Alright, alright, my bad! It's my fault!"
Feng Yin quickly comforted him, stroking the little creature's tail until it finally calmed down.
Its tail was its weak spot; a simple touch soothed its irritability, making it go limp.
It was the first time the little creature had been separated from Feng Yin for so long since it was born. Its intense longing and grievance required a long session of stroking. Normally, it would be appeased quickly.
The little creature felt comfortable being stroked and decided to stay in his arms, refusing to get down.
It even tried to wriggle itself into his clothes with its tiny paws, only content when it was pressed against his skin.
It was whimpering in his arms, clearly feeling wronged.
After a long time of fussing around, it finally settled down. Then, a green light flashed, and the little snake rushed up.
It hissed non-stop, seemingly trying to convey a myriad of messages.
