It was as if she had never been angry with him, as if she had never disliked him.
The fierceness in his eyes that had barely risen was extinguished by her gentle tone, "No... it's nothing. It's just the little bastard who ran in from the kitchen. I drove it back."
As he said this, he limped towards the kitchen, deliberately making a few exaggerated gestures to 'chase the dog'.
Su Qingyue, lying on the bed in the secondary bedroom, turned sideways and glanced at the little bastard sleeping beside her, "Little guy, you're being blamed by the second brother again. He was standing at the door last night, lost in thought, saying he was chasing you."
"Awoo..." The little bastard stood up on its hind legs and popped its head up over the edge of the bed.
"Good, sleep now." She patted its fluffy head, "You can't sleep on the bed. It's not cold tonight, sleep on the floor."
"Awoo... Awoo..." It understood its owner's meaning and lay back down on the floor.
