Kitasan Black had not paid much attention to the actions of the two friends she had just met. Just as they had said, she also wanted Anjing Zhen to rest for a while instead of rushing back to work.
Of course, it would have been even better if her Trainer could stay and play with them.
She had merely smiled as she watched Anjing Zhen get caught between them for a while when she suddenly felt something strange.
She felt the smile on her face gradually stiffen, while her grip on the sunscreen spray in her hand tightened first.
Then, at some point, her hand loosened without her noticing, and the bottle fell onto the sand with a soft plop.
She also felt as though her eyesight had suddenly become extraordinarily sharp.
She saw California Spangle's fingertips resting on Anjing Zhen's wrist, and she saw Frostfall's loose hair brush over Anjing Zhen's ear tip.
Naturally, she also saw the flustered look on her Trainer's face.
It was not the first time she had seen him look that flustered.
Like that morning in the kitchen, when she had been cooking, turned around, and saw Anjing Zhen pushing the door open. After she screamed, he had worn a similar flustered expression.
And that day, also because of cooking, when she had gone out to buy ingredients and returned to see the grown-up Little Anzu with her arms around Anjing Zhen's neck outside the rental apartment. She had seen that same kind of flustered look then too.
There should have been many more, but she could not recall them all at the moment.
Whether she remembered them or not, Kitasan Black only felt that Anjing Zhen's flustered expression and his posture as though struggling to evade them were like a feather, making some