Ji Huan jumped off the kang bed and started furiously ruffling and rubbing Jia, Yi, Bing, and Ding.
No wonder their back fur was so long, and their chests were broader than a normal dog's.
No wonder they shot up like they'd been fed fertilizer.
A very obvious trait of hybrid species was their size.
Ligers are huge, their weight equivalent to a male lion and a female tiger combined. While mules weren't that extreme, their size was also nothing to scoff at.
And their eyes—she should have noticed that sooner.
No matter how fierce a domestic dog was, its eyes would soften once it got familiar with you.
But after Jia, Yi, Bing, and Ding grew up, although they looked magnificent and imposing, a ferocious light often glinted in their eyes.
Widow Xie and Ji Xuelan had mentioned more than once that the four of them staring made their scalps tingle, but Ji Huan never took it to heart, just assuming they were being vigilant around strangers.
