Inside the carriage, Feng Han's eyes darkened slightly as he gave the buttocks of White Tiger, whom he had kept firmly pinned down, a hard squeeze.
"Miss Su..."
Xiao Liu's expression darkened slightly, and he was just about to speak.
A white tiger suddenly leaped out of the carriage and joyfully pounced at her.
Su Qiao tossed aside what she was holding and hurriedly dodged to the side.
"Stupid tiger, I'm not a butterfly. If you pounce at me again, I'll skin you and use your hide to make a coat."
How could White Tiger possibly be intimidated by her threat?
It continued roaring excitedly as it chased after her.
The other people around the carriage, who were already mounted, immediately drew their blades when they heard that. "How dare you!"
Su Qiao ignored them completely, focusing on dodging the stupid tiger. "Little White, if you dare pounce at me again, I'll break your legs."
"Stand down."
Yuan Wu and Xiao Liu sensed that something was wrong and shouted at the same time.
"Yes."
Though the people in the group were puzzled, they still sheathed their swords.
At that moment, a pair of slender, fair hands gently pushed the carriage curtain aside, and Feng Han slowly stepped out in his green robes.
His handsome face carried a hint of femininity, along with a faint threat. "What? Trying to welsh on the debt?"
Su Qiao slapped the stupid tiger's head away and curled her lips at him.
Welsh on what debt?
Do I owe him anything?
As if he had understood the meaning in her eyes, Feng Han's thin lips curved slightly, and he said in an excellent mood:
"If your memory is poor, let me remind you: two meals of roasted meat."
As he spoke, he looked at the stupid