A little white tiger as white as snow lay on the lap of the picturesque woman, squinting comfortably and snoring, letting the woman's slender and white hand like a jade carving rub on the top of his head.

The black cat was so angry that the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.

He finally understood now that the little cook picked up the little white tiger in order to satisfy her personal hobby, and touched the little white tiger up and down!

And that little white tiger ...... must have been specially sent to the door, wanting to seize his position, to be touched instead of him, and more importantly, to enjoy all kinds of delicacies cooked by the little chef instead!

Speaking of touching, the black cat's heart couldn't help but be alarmed!

The little chef who has been obsessed with petting cats, how long has it been since she used the Meow Destroying Demon Claw Skill on him?!

Did she like the new and hate the old for a long time, secretly plotting to find another furry creature to take his place?!

The little chef had another cat (tiger) in front of him, which made him panic inexplicably!

With the little white tiger, will she still pet the cat?!

Feng Jiao's side, the little white tiger was happily stroked, but she didn't expect the black cat to suddenly rush to her side with an arrow step, stood up with her hind legs, and hugged her right hand with a pair of small paws.

Feng Jiao was taken aback by the black cat's sudden move, and subconsciously wanted to withdraw her hand, but she didn't expect the little guy to be small and strong, so he didn't twitch after a while!

"Ah Ling, what are you doing?!" She asked, surprised.

The black cat pursed her lips and squeezed out two words from between her teeth: "Touch your head!" ”

In the clear voice like old wine, there is actually a bit of anger and grievance, a little soft, and the tail note is attractive, obviously with some fierceness, which also makes people itch in the bottom of their hearts.

The soft voice, combined with the aggrieved and pitiful tone, coupled with the small shape of the black cat, how cute it looks!

Feng Jiao bent her lips in surprise and pleasure, put her hand on the top of the black cat's head and stroked it twice: "Don't you like to touch it?" What's going on today? ”

It can't be an itchy scalp, and she needs to tickle it for him, right?!

"Hmph, if you let you touch it, you can touch it, where are there so many problems!" The black cat twisted its little face and said awkwardly.

Feng Jiao was stunned.

Tsk, it's really a cold and arrogant meow fairy.

While wanting to touch it, he said he refused all over his face, and he was typical of his uprightness.

If it weren't for the fact that a certain emperor had turned into a cat with a whole body black, she might have noticed that after being touched twice by her, the little guy's face seemed to be dyed a layer of crimson.

I didn't expect that the black cat would come forward so shamelessly to compete with him for favor, the little white tiger was immediately unhappy, snorted softly, stretched out his little paws, and hugged Feng Jiao's left hand.

A certain emperor was so angry that he trembled.

What kind of little white tiger is this?! It's obviously a white lotus, right?!

The little chef who pestered him, all kinds of begging and touching, what is this?!

Don't forget that you're not a cat, you're a white tiger, a white tiger, a white tiger!

Said to be mighty and domineering, what about the cold divine beast?!

"Hey, don't ...... Don't stop, keep going! After struggling for a moment, a certain emperor who turned into a black cat decisively decided to use his identity as a cat to compete with the little white tiger for favor.

Feng Jiao: "......"

I'm just an ordinary cat, what are you talking about so ambiguous.