Back to the villa.
As soon as Chen Yuran entered the door, she threw herself onto the living room sofa. With a casual backhand, she shooed away Stinky Tofu, who had enthusiastically approached.
"Off with you, I'm tired!"
"Woof..."
Stinky Tofu whimpered, feeling wronged after being smacked away.
As a pet dog who hadn't seen his owner for more than twenty hours, wasn't it reasonable for him to be excited?
Even if tired, couldn't she humor him a bit?
Just as Stinky Tofu was feeling wronged, Chen Yuran naturally opened her arms.
"Ji Qing."
At that moment, Ji Qing was resting on Li Jing's shoulder, lazily yawning.
Hearing the call, her gem-like eyes blinked twice. She stepped onto Li Jing's shoulder, sprung a good four or five meters, and landed into Chen Yuran's embrace.
Ji Qing always had a strong survival instinct.
However, this moment had nothing to do with survival.
It was mainly because she unconsciously became accustomed to being intimate with Chen Yuran.
