Jing Yan sat on the bed in a daze and thought for a long time. Finally, he remembered where the strange feeling came from.
If he was still the original him, then there would be no problem with the scene just now. However, the key source of all the strangeness was that he was now a stupid dog that could not speak.
He Miao spoke to him as if he was a human, and her tone was so calm that it was as if she was talking to him.
Jing Yan's heart could not help but thump as soon as this thought came to mind. He suddenly felt that He Miao might have known long ago, but she had kept it from him.
Thinking of this, he could not sit still anymore. He jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom door. He reached out his claws and began to scratch the bathroom door hard, whimpering pitifully.
