Deep into the night, at Su Junxin's house.
The sound of water dripping in the bathroom gradually weakens. Su Junxin, wrapped in a bathrobe, stepped out barefoot from the misty atmosphere.
Xiaoyou, who was bathing in the sink, heard the noise and lifted the half piece of cucumber that was placed on his eyelid to glance at her.
Upon lowering her head, Su Junxin discovered that not only had it stuck cucumber slices on its face, but even a layer of expensive hair mask was smeared on its beautiful mane. She joked: "Xiaoyou, you're becoming more and more indulgent these days. Remember back in the post-apocalyptic days when we could hardly get clean water to drink, and you had to groom your fur with saliva all the time?"
Xiaoyou shook its whiskers, stretching out its voice to "ow~". It placed its front paw under its head, squinted its eyes, and hummed lazily and contentedly.
She couldn't help but laugh softly, gently poked its nose, and took the hairdryer to her room.
