"Rascal!"
It was only two words.
But the tone was simply too sweet.
Fang Che suddenly felt a blaze flare up in his heart and rush downward...
Yan Beihan's expression changed at once. Her face flushed crimson, her whole body suddenly burning hot. She felt a strange sensation arise from her full thigh, as though something had suddenly pressed against it...
At that moment, Little Whitey, who had been caught between them and was almost squashed into a cat pancake, became unhappy.
"Eee-woo, eee-woo..."
Little Whitey struggled with all its might, its huge eyes filled with unwillingness.
It exerted every ounce of strength, yet still didn't dare reveal the sharp claws hidden inside its paw pads.
Little Whitey was about to go mad. It stuck out its tongue and panted, brimming with complaints: You two can be affectionate if you want, but what's the meaning of sandwiching me between you? I'm already flat! I need to breathe... There's no air left in my lungs...
Fortunately, I'm a Demon Beast. If I were an ordinary tiger this size, I'd definitely be dead by now...
Fortunately, Mom's chest still offers a little cushioning...
After Little Whitey struggled, Fang Che's gaze suddenly cleared, while Yan Beihan finally came to her senses as well. Her face flushed bright red as she jumped up and picked up Little Whitey.
Then she kicked Fang Che. "Rascal, you almost crushed Little Whitey to death!"
Only when her hair left Fang Che's face did she realize that this was still Night Demon's face! I actually kissed such an ugly face belonging to Night Demon...
Yan Beihan angrily kicked Fang Che again. "Lout! You're so ugly!"
As she spoke, she hurriedly began straightening her clothes.
Even after a long while, she still felt that strange sensation continuously coming from