Bai Yuqing paused, lifted the covers, and made to get up and look.
The next second, Little Earth Dog shakily rose again.
A slender needle had been tied to its back.
Then it prostrated itself before the noble, aloof little white cat.
Was it bearing thorns to beg forgiveness?
Bai Yuqing pressed his lips together.
Xiao Qinghe crouched outside the window and waited a long while. When no words of forgiveness came, he grew increasingly anxious.
His past mistakes had all been harmless, and though his master seemed cold, he had a warm heart. He was terribly softhearted and could never withstand wheedling.
Usually, Xiao Qinghe would give him something handmade or shamelessly act cute. His master might say nothing, but his actions always showed that his anger had faded.
He furtively peeked up at the medicine bowl.
It remained untouched, the medicine still sitting inside, almost cold.
Clearly, his master was still angry.
I'm done for.
He's really furious this time.
[Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!]
The system's reader section was bustling, though he had no idea what the fuss was about.
Xiao Qinghe had no time to look. He gritted his teeth and took out his carving knife again.
Inside the hall, just a wall away, Bai Yuqing pricked up his ears slightly but heard nothing.
His brows drew together.
Then he saw another equally crudely carved wooden Little Earth Dog being set up, this one leaning over the little white cat's shoulders.
It was massaging the little white cat's shoulders.
Its movements were eager, its posture obsequious, and even the little expression painted with a brush was begging for mercy.
Along with it came Xiao Qinghe's voice. "Master, you're as kindhearted as you are beautiful. Surely you wouldn't hold a grudge against your disciple. Please forgive me.