Compared to He Xi, who had been actively invited into the room, the other uninvited guest stood at Tata's door, its emotions a tangled mess.
It was hard to describe how it felt at that moment.
Bruce had originally been dozing in the yard, but upon hearing strange sounds from inside the house, it had come trotting over, head swaying as it followed the noise.
Just like He Xi, it had assumed that stupid cat had done something stupid again.
As her rival, of course it could not miss any chance to mock its enemy.
But the soft cries drifting from the room made it abruptly restrain the paw it had been about to push forward the next second.
As its mistress's thoughtful little dog, it naturally knew that at a time like this, let alone going in to disturb them—
What it should do was stand guard at the door for its mistress, keeping others from interrupting!
But as it squatted there, a canine dilemma arose in its doggy brain.
The enemy was about to do something indescribable with its mistress... Should it be happy for its mistress, or worried for its enemy?
With a solemn dog face, it swayed back to the living room.
The setting sun cast orange flecks of light, making the dust drifting through the air clearly visible.
Bruce looked at the empty, silent living room.
Something even more terrifying than that earlier question pierced through its doggy brain.
It did not know what those two were doing in the room, but if they really were going to do it...
Who would make dinner?
Would there even be dinner tonight?
As if making one final effort, it waddled over to where He Xi had practiced magic that afternoon.
Dog Claw struggled to pinch up a