With her long hair unbound, Su Liyan had a pure and delicate beauty that would stir a rare protective impulse in anyone who saw her.
Hearing what Lu Yuan said, Su Liyan looked down at the little white furball clambering over the threshold of the room.
"I'm not some plaything! My name is Xiaotian!" Xiaotian stood on its hind paws, folded its front paws across its chest, and tilted its chin up as far as it would go.
Xiaotian struck a pose of smug pride, as if showing off its scrawny little body to the entire world.
The sight filled Su Liyan with delight.
Su Liyan rose from her chair, took a few steps forward, and crouched down. Stroking the white fur on Xiaotian's head, she looked up at Lu Yuan and said, "He can talk! This little guy is so adorable."
Su Liyan's heart melted at the sight; she was already treating Xiaotian like a pet.
