"We're home, meow!"
Puer took a deep breath in excitement, then furrowed her feline brows. She could barely smell Kallen in this home.
That meant he had hardly come home either while she had been away!
Puer, who had always felt responsible for "keeping an eye on" Kallen on behalf of her great-great-great-great-granddaughter, suddenly felt an intense sense of crisis:
Well, well! So you stopped coming home once I was away!
Puer had great confidence in Kallen's ability to resist women, but it was like testing someone's character by leaving money on a table. Just because he had not taken it the first time did not mean you could leave money there every day. Sooner or later, something would go wrong.
After all, a man's descent always began with his reluctance to come home.
Little Kangna pushed open the door, walked into the bedroom, and lay down on the big bed. She was tired. She wanted to sleep.
Puer jumped onto her and patted her face with a fleshy paw, telling her:
"This is Kallen's bed. You can sleep here, but you have to take a bath first."
That great-great-great-great-niece's husband of hers had an almost stubborn obsession with keeping his bed clean.
No matter how tired he was when he came home, he always went to the washroom to bathe before getting into bed. Once, he had been so exhausted that he was nearly unconscious. He lay down on the bed, and she casually remarked, "Not taking a bath?"
Then he had immediately gotten up and gone to bathe, even with his eyes bloodshot.
Puer had felt guilty about that for a long time: Ah, I'm awful!
Little Kangna sat up, walked over to Kevin's dog bed, and prepared to lie down.
Since she could not sleep in the