Little Tiger felt very aggrieved; how could Xiao Taohong treat him like this in front of the master, especially in front of this annoying person? So, he pitifully said, "What are you doing! You're not gentle at all. Look at the master, lying in the arms of that annoying person, as gentle as a kitty."
As soon as the words fell, Long Rui and Xuexue glared at him fiercely.
"Cough, cough...! It's indeed a bit cold here, I'll go over there for a while." Little Tiger pretended to be calm and said, then turned around and ran away in a flash.
He was afraid that if he walked too slowly, he'd be slapped to the sky by that annoying person, and that wouldn't be fun.
The most important thing was the matter of dignity; he was a dignified Thousand Year Striped Tiger. Being slapped to the sky by a human—how could he socialize like that in the future? It's best to take off.
"Hey! Little Tiger, wait for me." Xiao Taohong chased after him.
