CH 3

Uh. . . Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu held the thermometer, at a complete loss. Why did he react so badly? Did he not like it?

But, before, when she took her American short hair's temperature, it did not resist so badly, ah! She could not understand, so she approached again with the thermometer. This time, she had not even touched the leopard's body when it quickly darted forward, turning to not exert any weight on his injured leg, and swiped at Jǐ Xiǎo Ōu's hand, forcing the thermometer from her hand.