My tigress

Soon, the wild boar father's calls grew weaker and his struggles became feeble. Soon he lay still, lifeless.,A striking black stripe formed the shape of a kingly "wang" character between its brows. Its eyes scanned the surroundings, exuding an aura of dominance and power - it was none other than the king of beasts, the tiger.,After leaving Tiger Mom's house, for four years on and off I would go visit her, bring her some food, and things were still okay.。