When Jing Yan opened his eyes, he was already in He Miao's small rented apartment. He sniffed the faint milky fragrance, which seemed to drive away all his fatigue in an instant.
He leaned on He Miao's arm, pleased, and stared at her serious expression without blinking.
He Miao had also just returned home. She had not even had time to eat before she collapsed on the sofa in exhaustion, not wanting to get up.
In order to avoid the dangerous incident that happened at her house last time, she did not dare to work too late at school.
He Miao closed her eyes to clear her mind and rest for a while before opening her eyes again. She felt a furry little thing on her arm as a pillow. She patted it on the butt with a smile. "Onion, do you want some beef jerky?"
"Woof!" Jing Yan agreed, his tail wagging left and right, showing his happiness.