"Well done, Shan Bao!"
Su Yingxue teased Mo Qi with a raised eyebrow, "Tonight, give it an extra meal, let it eat as much meat as it wants!"
Mo Qi: "Yes, Your Majesty!"
Normally, at the mention of meat, Shan Bao would show some excitement, but tonight it showed no reaction whatsoever. As it walked towards the bed, its expression was solemn.
It saw the little monster on the bed, its face red from crying, and seemed to want to nuzzle it with its head. But it lifted its paw, glanced at its own paw, and after a reluctant turn around the little monster's bed, it walked a bit farther away.
Su Yingxue called out, "Shan Bao, not keeping the little monster company tonight?"
Shan Bao: "Howl—!"
It wouldn't stay; its body was covered in the smell of blood, and its fur was still all bloody. It would keep this little one from sleeping.
