Jing Yan had never expected that he would suddenly change back at such a critical moment, and he had missed the chance to cuddle with He Miao.
He got down from the sofa with a depressed expression. He stared unblinkingly at the stupid dog in He Miao's arms. This ugly thing was occupying his position, but it could still be so calm!
Jing Yan suddenly got angry. He grabbed the puppy and chased it to the ground. Then he sat on the bed and refused to let it come up. He did not show any mercy even if it clawed at his thigh.
He Miao looked at his childish behavior helplessly and sighed. "Why are you fighting with Onion when you wake up? Did you dream of it biting you?"
The gloominess on Jing Yan's face was slightly diluted by her half-joking words. Suddenly, he was not satisfied with just sitting by her bed. He got up, moved to her side, and lifted the quilt to cover half of his leg. "Didn't you want to talk to me? What do you want to say?"
