Brent: "..."
Just stop talking. The more you speak, the more I feel like I'm going to lose all my fur.
"You're being too ruthless. Brent's fur is still very soft." Bai Nuanxi adored Brent's coat, which felt incredibly warm and silky to the touch. Dressing him up was only for aesthetic purposes—there was no deeper reason behind it.
"Hand me my knife." Ho Mushen's expression was cold, making it clear that Brent's fur could be sacrificed without hesitation.
Brent: "..."
Why am I dragged into your lovers' quarrel? Do you know how hard it is for me to grow this coat of fur? Why do you want to strip me bare? Could you please show me some kindness?
"Darling, I have a banquet to attend tomorrow. Do you have any interest in going with me?" Bai Nuanxi leaned closer to Ho Mushen.
Ho Mushen's fingers twitched slightly. "What kind of banquet?"
