While everyone else was listening to the class, Xing Jiuan was immersed in her own world as she drew with the pencil.
In her previous life, there was a dog that she liked very much. It was a retired police dog. She could have adopted it, but for various reasons, she regretfully lost the chance to.
As Xing Jiuan reminisced about it, she slowly outlined a powerful and handsome figure. It was a German Shepherd. The eyes she drew were especially lifelike, firm, and pure.
When she looked down, her eyes were very gentle.
Xing Xiaoguai had grown up a little at home, but Mu Qing had hired someone to take care of her most of the time.
However, even if Xing Xiaoguai did not meet Xing Jiuan often, it still liked her very much. Every time it saw Xing Jiuan, it could not help but rub against her and meow softly to her. Its voice was sweet and coy.
