Yellow Spring Expres

It writhed restlessly, eager to escape. Suddenly, a warm and strong hand rested on its spine, soothing it with gentle strokes.,It was strange, but as Yang Fan comforted her, the agitated little white tiger gradually calmed down, but its small paws held onto his clothes tightly.,Without her needing to signal, Wu Zhenghao by the side carefully reached out with both hands and took over the drawn talisman. Yang Fan immediately drew a second one.。