Yellow Spring Expres

It writhed restlessly, eager to escape. Suddenly, a warm and strong hand rested on its spine, soothing it with gentle strokes.,As if aware, she lowered her head to glance at it, a faint smile playing on her lips, gently stroking its little head.,Yang Fan's gaze swept over Grandma Wu for a moment, then he walked into the house with the white tiger cub. There was still quite a bit of yellow paper that Sun Ping had given her last time, so she took out the yellow paper and ink from the cabinet.。