The little tiger no longer needs milk, but if it smells a good bottle of milk, having a few sips isn't a problem.
It obediently lay in Chen Ying's arms, gulping down from the specially-made bottle, its big eyes narrowed into slits, and its tail swaying contentedly.
Who would believe this isn't a tiger-striped cat!
Just as the bottle was about to run out, Kelas returned with Meidi.
Even before getting close to the camp, Meidi exhibited unusual alertness and made threatening growling sounds.
Kelas didn't understand why, but he also became vigilant and softly called out Chen Ying's name.
"It's okay, you guys come over, and remember to pick up Meidi, or it'll get scared."
Although forest cats are skilled hunters, bloodline suppression is no joke, even a little tiger is still a tiger.
