Qian Sisi really was scared of him now. Waiting until the Persian Cat licked the last bit of milk clean from her palm, she muttered softly, "Domineering Sir, please discipline this person for me. I'm almost tortured beyond recognition!"
The Persian Cat meowed once, standing upright, revealing a beautiful ring of snow-white fur around its neck, elegantly cleaning itself after the meal—licking its paw pads, then licking the fur underneath...
Well then! As for revenge, one must rely on oneself.
Qian Sisi rubbed her numb legs from squatting and stood up with difficulty, walking over to Bai Cheng'an and deliberately said, "Do you want me to feed you milk in the palm of my hand, just like how I fed the Persian Cat?"
The man's eyes turned red the moment he saw her. Qian Sisi had a bad feeling and immediately turned to flee, but it was too late; she was caught and held between his legs, being glared at dangerously.
