Babyish Golden Hawk

He asked the hawk again.

The hawk hesitated for a long time. It murmured, trying to explain how helpless it was on such a matter.

[It's not like I don't allow you to touch my head. It's just… I am a king after all… I have my own dignity to protect… I can't let you touch my head… I am helpless about it…]

It was such a shame that Ye Xiao couldn't understand even a word of it. In fact, even if he could, he would pretend not. He saw the hawk shake its head again, so he turned over and left again.

[I don't care what reasons you have. I will leave unless you let me touch your head…]

The hawk stopped him again. It was so anxious that its eyes started to turn red. It kept shaking its head and screaming.

Ye Xiao acted even arrogantly, "Are you going to let me or not? No? Are you sure? …"

…

It repeatedly happened over a dozen times. The hawk could only think about the wonderful red blood bead. It smelled so good…

Eventually, it lowered its head.

"Can I touch you now?"