Bab 395: 395 Light Moon Scared Third Brother

Its eyes were filled with caution.

A dark shadow twisted its way from the ground into the room.

Its body writhing and wriggling on the ground.

The little bastard, with its wolfish eyes, curiously gazed at that thing.

Hesitating whether or not to alert the owner…

"Hmm...," the little bastard, didn't know whether to warn or greet, made a tiny sound.

"Shh..." that thing raised a finger to its lips in a hushing gesture.

The little bastard stood on all fours, approaching that thing, with its little fluffy body, and extended its tongue to lick its face.

That thing was lying down; the lick landed right on its mouth.

"Puff, puff..." it found the dog's mouth too dirty, huffed a few breaths, didn't dare make a sound, wiped its mouth and that was that.

The little bastard continued to lick it.

It extended its hand to touch the little bastard's head, shoving it aside.