White Little Tiger (1)

After being unconscious for an unknown amount of time, Shangguan Bing’er finally woke up slowly. As she awoke, she felt something throbbing on her face.

In a dazed state from just awakening, she subconsciously batted the large rod aside, but who knew, it just rebounded back onto her face.

“En?”

“En——”

Two voices sounded out lightly at the same time, the first being Shangguan Bing’er’s.

The next moment, as her consciousness began to awaken, she slowly opened her eyes. By now, dawn was breaking and the sky was being lit by the first glimmer of the sun. The first thing that entered her eyes was an ugly disgusting thing pressed against her little face. It was burning hot and throbbing, and was reddish pink on the tip.

“What is that thing? Shangguan Bing’er was still not very clear-headed at the moment, and as she muttered to herself, she slowly raised her head higher. What she saw was Zhou Little Fatty’s wide open eyes and indescribable expression.