No Problem

Not until the free massage had satisfied it did that Broken Dog slowly get up, shake itself, fluff out its fur, and shove aside the fans still unwilling to let go. Then it lowered its head, picked up the takeout box beside Huai Shi, and turned away.

As it looked back, its icy blue eyes glanced at Huai Shi, and it shook its head.

As if to say, what the hell are you standing around for, little bro? Follow me!

Huai Shi's expression twitched once, then again. He began wondering whether anything would happen if he shot dead a Broken Dog trying to attack an Astronomical Society officer in Rome.

It had grown so big that one pot wouldn't be enough to stew it.

There were still so many children in Australia who couldn't get enough to eat. Why couldn't it make a sacrifice?

As though it had guessed what he was thinking, Broken Dog gave a disdainful snort, bared a mouthful of metallic fangs, and prepared to bump heads with this brat.

Huai Shi rolled his eyes. He no longer wanted anything to do with it. For some reason, he felt that he understood a dog perfectly well. There had to be something wrong with him.

"You seem to get along pretty well with it."

A curious voice came from beside him. "Is this what they mean by birds of a feather flock together?"

When Huai Shi turned back in astonishment, he saw someone who had appeared beside him at some point. She tilted her head as she looked at him. Her hair had been cut short to ear length sometime ago, glimmering faintly in the sunlight.

The light brightened her tranquil eyes.

They brimmed with delight.

With her hands behind her back, she smiled and waited for his