Yellow Spring Expres

His body suddenly leaped up, and then—his neck was pinched again.,"It doesn't like strangers staring at it like that," Yang Fan said, still soothing the white tiger in his hand. He raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhenghao, his gaze carrying a hint of authority and unwavering conviction, his voice remaining calm. "Staring at it like that is somewhat rude.",Seeing her operate with one hand, Wu Zhenghao helpfully spread out the yellow paper on the table for her.。