Xiao Hei gently poked its claw tip, drawing another tiny drop of bright red blood from Yan Xiao'er’s fingertip. This time, she didn't hesitate and pressed the bead of blood against the center of Xiao Hei’s forehead.
A moment later, Xiao Hei spoke: "He says you must be careful of the person you saw today."
Yan Xiao'er had never dreamed that Xiao Hei could talk, let alone that its voice would be that of a gentle young woman.
Chapter 60