'Could Yuan Lang have another tiger on the side?'
But then she remembered his habit of actively sabotaging any potential romance, and for some reason, she wasn't worried at all.
When Yuan Lang wasn't talking, he looked the part of a proper tiger—cool, proud, and impossibly noble.
But the moment he opened his mouth, it was guaranteed he wouldn't have any friends.
Yuan Lang's very existence was proof that a sharp tongue knows no gender.
The next day, Wu Yue, who usually slept in, actually got up bright and early for once. The poor rooster in the backyard had just fluffed its feathers and stretched its neck to let out a crow or two when a large clump of fresh, tender Qingcao landed on its head.
"GAK!"
The magnificent, majestic rooster was nearly startled into quacking like a duck.
Though it felt quite wronged, the sight of the delicious Qingcao before it was too tempting, and it hopped over to peck away with relish.
