Rong Ye watched from the side, his eye twitching dangerously as Su Qinglan shamelessly rubbed her entire body against that striped tiger.
He could almost see smoke coming out of his ears.
Seriously?!
What was so great about that tiger? He was just a big cat; he was not cute or elegant...just a huge beast and full of hard muscles.
Rong Ye's snow-white tail swished angrily behind him as he huffed. "Tch. What's so special about him? He's not even half as beautiful as me!"
He lifted his chin proudly, his white fur gleaming under the sunlight. The elegant purple tips of his fur shimmered softly as he walked, looking every bit like a creature made of moonlight and magic.
If beauty could kill, Hu Yan would've been buried ten times already.
