If the little tiger had the company of the young Saker Falcon and Xiao Qing, and could temporarily forget its grief, perhaps that would be a good thing.
When night fell, after Lin Xingyu fed the four little ones at home, he carried the little tiger onto the bed.
The little one had just lost its mother. At a time like this, it needed warmth more than ever.
And Lin Xuan became the human who could give it that warmth.
The little one lay beside Lin Xuan and slowly fell asleep. Even in its sleep, its limbs twitched. It looked as though it had encountered something frightening in its dreams.
Seeing that the little tiger was having a nightmare, Lin Xuan reached out and gently stroked its fur, comforting it.
Perhaps feeling the touch on its body, the little tiger gradually became less afraid and fell into a peaceful sleep.
Lin Xuan closed his eyes and went to sleep as well.
When he woke the next day, the little one in Lin Xuan's arms was already awake. It stood on the bed and looked at him.
When it saw Lin Xuan open his eyes, it rubbed its head against his and even tried to stick out its tongue to lick his cheek.
"Little one, you're awake so early. But you can't lick my cheek with your tongue."
A tiger's tongue had barbs, and a tiger cub this small could not control its strength at all. Lin Xuan did not want his cheek scraped raw early in the morning because of the little tiger's affectionate gesture.
So, just as the little one was about to lick his cheek, he immediately sat up and held the little tiger in his arms.
"Woo woo~~"
Held in Lin Xuan's arms, the little one wriggled