The Little Tiger King of the Stars

I'm writing a cute story to lift my spirits. I'll only start it after I finish "Reborn to Erase My Dark Past" and "This Daoist Isn't a Backup Lover."

Mom says our clan stands at the top of the pyramid, though I don't know what a pyramid is. But even in the interstellar age, I'm still the king who stands at the very top.

Being a king in the interstellar world is much easier than being one at the zoo. Asas conquered the stars, and I, the great Tiger King, conquered him.

Asas: Little tiger, you're on top of the mecha again. How many times have I told you it's dangerous up there?

The little tiger gave him a kingly look of disdain and was just about to leap down gracefully when her paw slipped and she tumbled all the way down.

Asas caught his little Tiger King with practiced ease, his face full of helplessness.

Little tiger: It's your fault. It's just a hunk of metal, but you keep polishing it.

Asas: ...