Big White now really had some heft to it, feeling as substantial as a bag of rice, likely weighing around twenty to thirty jin.
But Qiaoqiao embraced it with glee, only setting it down when they had come down from the back mountain.
Big White didn't walk away but simply flapped its wings and made a loud "Goose Goose Goose" clamor as if urging on.
Qiaoqiao stroked its slender neck: "Wait, okay!"
Then he quickly dashed upstairs, opened the door, and grabbed Datian: "Let's go, let's go! We're going for a ride!"
Datian hadn't been beaten up for several days and under the pleasant mood, he visibly gained some weight, his fur becoming much smoother.
In Qiaoqiao's grip, he resembled a particularly fine and delicate golden cotton ball, offering no resistance whatsoever.