Yellow Spring Expres

Yang Fan let out a mocking laugh, wickedly swinging it in the air. “Go on, go on.”,Hearing the sound of a stranger, the white tiger's first reaction was to run, but it was still held in Yang Fan's hand. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't escape.,It writhed restlessly, eager to escape. Suddenly, a warm and strong hand rested on its spine, soothing it with gentle strokes.。