Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle—
Hunger pangs reverberated from his stomach.
Ah, no, that's not right.
Yi Lin looked down.
The sound came from Doggy's belly.
Doggy looked up at Yi Lin with a pitiable expression, his doggy head raised.
It seemed to be silently protesting Yi Lin's cruel treatment with this gesture.
Yi Lin chuckled softly.
The gloom in his eyes disappeared in an instant.
He laughed and stroked Doggy's head, "Hungry? I've wronged you."
Doggy's mouth corners lifted slightly, its hind legs straightened, and its front legs bent as it stood up in front of Yi Lin.
Considering that Doggy could even spiral up into the air with a flick of its tail, this anthropomorphized standing action instead seemed ordinary, dull, and unexciting to Yi Lin.
But what's this dog standing up for?
Yi Lin hadn't had the chance to ask.
