It seemed rather greedy as it stared at Gu Qiaoqiao.
As if in its eyes, Gu Qiaoqiao was a delicious little salty fish.
The man's fingers moved slightly, and he loosened his grip.
After being freed by its owner, White Cat sprang to the empty spot next to Gu Qiaoqiao.
Gu Qiaoqiao was startled and looked down to find White Cat lying next to her.
Then, the cat gently, appealingly rubbed its head against the corner of her coat.
Its action was very careful, even tentative.
It immediately softened Gu Qiaoqiao's heart.
Gu Qiaoqiao still held a book in her hand.
For some reason, Gu Qiaoqiao noticed White Cat's eyes were fixated on her hand.
Those eyes held a kind of longing and intensity.
Gu Qiaoqiao reached out and stroked Xiao Bai's head.
It felt incredibly silky.
It was as if she had a bunch of soft white clouds under her hand.
And White Cat, like all other cats, emitted a contented purring sound when its back fur was stroked.
