After dinner, Heath returned to the dorm. Sister Feng was already lying on the sofa watching TV. Seeing the way she was sprawled out, Heath couldn't help covering his face.
Whenever Officer Jenny Feng was in her own room, she became a completely different person. The stern, commanding Officer Jenny Feng of the daytime vanished, replaced by an Officer Jenny Feng who yawned and occasionally scratched her legs. Her uniform had also been tossed carelessly onto a nearby chair.
If the other Officer Jennys saw her, they would probably be shocked. After all, Officer Jenny Feng was always very stern in public, the sort whose presence was utterly intimidating.
Arcanine lay peacefully beside the sofa, with Officer Jenny Feng's feet resting on his fluffy body. Heath was a little envious. You had to try using Arcanine as a footrest to know how it felt-it was simply the ultimate luxury.
Especially in winter, Arcanine's body temperature was quite high. Resting your feet on him was like resting them on a hot-water heater, gentle and comfortable enough to make you drowsy.
"Sister Feng, what if someone sees you like this?" Heath gathered up her uniform and the other clothes helplessly and tossed them into the washing machine.
Heath had known Officer Jenny Feng for four years, and he had come to understand this older sister figure who looked after him. In his eyes, she was a woman who took her work very seriously but was extremely casual about her daily life. Ever since she had taught Heath how to do laundry, he had handled most of these chores.
"No one else can see me. Our Officer Jenny dorms take privacy very seriously." Officer Jenny Feng yawned indifferently, then picked up the remote and changed the channel.
Heath shook his head helplessly. That