After a closer look, it was as if there had never been anything at the bottom of his eyes.
Ming Ge, who had thrown herself into his arms, rubbed her bumped chin, thankful that her face was still intact; otherwise, the blow would have definitely twisted it. At the same time, she remembered the menacing big dog and couldn't help but say with a tingling scalp, "Hey, mister, could you control your dog?"
The words fell.
The leaping Leo, with a piece of Ming Ge's dress in its mouth, then "rip—" off it went.
Ming Ge, "..."
I'm already like a tattered rag doll, and you're still biting.
"Leo!" Gong Yeyan's brows and eyes darkened, his voice chilling and stern like ice and snow, with an unprecedented severity.
Leo seemed to finally realize its mistake and obediently sat down on the ground.
It let go.
The piece of the dress it had been holding in its mouth drifted to the ground, inexplicably desolate.
Gong Yeyan told Ming Ge to get off him.
