Rong Qing eyed the little ermine in Duan Yue's arms curiously. "This ermine really can sniff out and distinguish poison?"
Duan Yue nodded. "Of course that is true."
Rong Qing reached out to pet the little ermine's head. "Can I touch…"
"Awooh!" The little fellow turned around and barked at him.
Touch my *ss, you're treating this lady like a kitten?
Rong Qing was dazed…
This was an ermine?
You sure it wasn't a wolf pup?
Duan Yue chuckled and ruffled her little head while holding her. He mussed her fur so much that Qiao Mu got angry and scratched the back of his hand.
"Hiss." Duan Yue pulled his hand back and looked at the two fresh marks on the back of his hand. He exclaimed in a huff, "You truly are merciless. You keep scratching me. One day, I'll be chopping your paws off!"
