The Capitalist Heiress—Forcefully Cherished by a Rough, Dominant Man

【A Delicate Cultivation Princess VS A Paranoid, Ability-User Rough Man — Mutual Pampering So Sweet It’s Sickening!】

Warnings: A brainless sweet novel, completely fictional world, tons of inte...

Chapter 131 He regretted it... (2/2)

Yan Yu barely slept a wink all night.

He simply lay on his side, motionless, his gaze greedily tracing the sleeping face of the little girl in his arms.

She slept with rosy cheeks and her breathing was light and even.

The warm breath brushed against his chest, again and again, tickling his heart.

His mental energy swept across the space and he saw the treasure-hunting rat that was acting arrogantly.

Finally, he watched helplessly as a white light, carrying a small orange tiger, swaggered out of his space.

The space still belongs to him; he hasn't changed his control at all.

But that little mouse could come and go as it pleased.

Yan Yu closed his eyes expressionlessly, feeling a little angry, but he couldn't help but laugh silently.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

Ruan Tang was awakened by an unfamiliar weight.

It was warm, furry, and had a slight vibration.

It's not Yan Yu.

She opened her eyes groggily.

"Squeak! Squeak squeak!"

A snow-white figure was desperately trying to burrow into her neck, carrying an air of grievance mixed with an eagerness to claim credit.

Her little head rubbed against the ground, and her fluffy tail anxiously brushed against her chin, tickling her.

It's a newbie.

Just as Ruan Tang was about to reach out and hug it, another fluffy thing came over.

The little tiger, Big Orange, carefully placed its big head on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), not daring to come up.

It gently touched Ruan Tang's fingers, which were hanging by the bedside, with only its wet nose.

Those round, tiger-like eyes looked at Ruan Tang, then timidly glanced at the little white dog in her arms, and made a pleading "woof woof" sound in its throat.

He looked just like a younger brother who had just been scolded by his older brother and was now paying respects to his sister-in-law.

Ruan Tang immediately sobered up.

Before she could even ask, a series of vivid and interesting images flooded her mind.

In the picture, Little White stands with its hands on its hips, looking very imposing on Big Orange's forehead.

The little paws patted three times, neither too hard nor too soft, as if performing some mysterious investiture ceremony.

The orange cat, which was several sizes bigger than it, obediently lay on the ground and even stuck out its tongue to lick the mithril paw with utmost reverence.

The whole process was both domineering and hilarious.

"Pfft..."

Ruan Tang couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She lifted Little White out of her arms, held it up to her eyes, and looked into its big, dark purple eyes, praising it without reservation.

"Our Xiaobai is amazing! He woke up after a good night's sleep and had the new underling completely under his thumb?"

"Squeak!"

Little White proudly puffed out its little chest, and the starlight at the tip of its tail shone even brighter.

Ruan Tang smiled and rubbed its round body, then kissed the increasingly complicated mark on its forehead.

She put Little White back in bed and waved to Big Orange by the bedside.

"Big Orange, come here."

Big Orange glanced at Little White again, and seeing that its boss didn't object, it happily leaped onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

It obediently lay down at Ruan Tang's feet, rubbing its furry cheek against her calf, affectionate and well-behaved.

Yan Yu walked in carrying a bowl of warm steamed egg custard, and this was the scene he saw.

His little girl leaned against the headboard, still sleepy, holding a snow-white treasure-hunting mouse in her arms, with an orange tiger cub lying at her feet.

The two furry creatures stared at her expectantly, vying for her attention yet strangely harmonious.

And she is the only queen in this tiny kingdom.

Yan Yu walked over and sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

He picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of smooth egg custard, blew on it carefully, and then brought it to her lips.

His movements were natural and skillful.

Those deep eyes clearly reflected only her image, unable to hold anything else.

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