Yellow Spring Expres

Its fluffy white fur is irresistible to the touch.,"It doesn't like strangers staring at it like that," Yang Fan said, still soothing the white tiger in his hand. He raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhenghao, his gaze carrying a hint of authority and unwavering conviction, his voice remaining calm. "Staring at it like that is somewhat rude.",Yang Fan walked into the house with the white tiger cub in her arms. The cub snuggled in her embrace, its little head tilted up drowsily, its gaze fixed on her smooth jawline.。