The fur of the Iron-eating Beast, neither too soft nor too hard, feels extremely comfortable when touched on the beast, but once shed, most of it is the softer down fur, making the fur balls formed very soft and pleasant to touch.
Du Xixi just gave a gentle squeeze, and felt that the black and white fur ball in her hand was incredibly soft, almost uncontrollably squeezing it again to feel its softness, her expression becoming more relaxed.
Although she couldn't Cuddle the Iron-eating Beast itself, Du Xixi really liked the fur ball made from its shed fur!
Seeing Du Xixi's expression, Rob knew that this "specialty" had won Du Xixi's favor. He secretly thought that maybe next time he visited the Iron-eating Beast Empire, he could thicken his mecha face and ask for more similar "specialties."
Far away in the Iron-eating Beast Empire, the Iron-eating Beast, clutching several small fur balls, suddenly felt the new fur on its body shiver: ... A bad omen!
