Chapter 027 | 0027 Press the sharp side of the knife downwards with force (200 beads)

“Master—” Wu Xian called out to Hobert once again, calling out to her new master.

The demanding master came to Wu Qian's side. He had just been holding a plate of food, but now his hands were empty as he wiped away her tears.

Wu Xian didn't care where Hobert had placed that disgusting plate of food. Only after making sure his hands weren't stained with the smell of cooking oil did she nuzzle her cheek against his hand like a puppy, trying to please him.

"Cloud did not make a mistake."

She emphasized it again.

Hobart didn't intend to dwell on whether playing on the sofa counted as "sitting properly."

He looked down at Wu Xian and asked, "Want to sit up, Cloud?"

Wu Qian blinked, meaning she didn't want to yet. Hobert understood her little gesture, tapped her forehead a few times with his fingertip, just like a pet owner who understands the every move of a puppy.

It's a mix of pampering and spoiling.

Hobert changed into casual clothes, adding a touch of languid charm to Wu Qian's beloved face.

He casually dragged the glass table over and placed it in front of the sofa, then took the plates that were hanging in the air and started setting the table.

The dinner plate was something Wu Qian disliked, so she ignored it, her gaze fixed intently on Hobert. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms beneath the two horizontal lines, the taut lines indistinguishable from the marks left by a carving knife.

The glass table was like a toy in his hands. He lifted it up casually, with two magazines that Wu Qian had casually tossed on it. Hobert held it very steadily and didn't even let the magazines fall.

His deliberate and composed manner is incredibly attractive.

The table chosen by the owner was also very good. Things in Wu Qian's house were placed randomly, with useful and useless things mixed together, but even Pei Wenbai would not move them randomly. If he made a mistake, Wu Qian would go crazy.

They will make a huge fuss.

The glass table Hobart chose was the useless one—even though it was placed in the perfect spot in the room and seemed to be meant to serve a purpose, it could simply be dragged around.

He has always been able to understand Wu Qian's heart.

Thinking of this, Wu Qian slid off the sofa while still in her original position. Her head, which was about to hit the ground, was caught by a strong, cold hand, and Hobert helped her back to her normal position.

Wu Xian leaned against her master, wanting to pat her head to relieve the throbbing sensation, but Hobert stopped her. He tapped Wu Xian's head, slightly hard, effectively relieving the discomfort caused by the congestion.

Are you feeling better?

Unlike Pei Wenbo or Ms. Wu, Hobert did not educate her; he simply cleaned up the mess for her. This made Wu Qian even happier and more dependent on him. It wasn't that she wouldn't go crazy in front of Hobert, but that this man didn't give her a chance.

Wu Xian only does outrageous things when she's unhappy, but she's always happy when she's with Hobert; she just loves his face and his physique.

There's no reason for them to cause trouble.

Helpless, Wu Qian could only look at the plates on the glass table.

The host brought a steak and a glass of red wine; it didn't matter what they were, since she didn't like food anyway.

“Master—” Wu Xian wanted to remind her master again that she had not done anything wrong, and punishing her was not in accordance with the rules.

"Cloud, you can get a reward after eating it."

So it was a game?

"Ah...a reward..." I kind of want it, but not that much.

“We’ll share it together, good boy. Finish it, and the reward will be what you want.”

Hobart had consistently demonstrated a deep understanding of the black silk, but she remained hesitant, clearly undecided between the reward and the food.

“Master.” Wu Qian looked at Hobert with pitiful eyes like a puppy. She was very greedy and had a bit of cunning hidden beneath her crazy appearance. Even as her master, one had to be careful, otherwise it would be easy to be led astray by her and then abandoned in the future.

Isn't she trying to get something for nothing and receive a reward directly right now?

Fortunately, Hobart had enough self-control to see through her little trick.

His pity was as intangible as his breath, as if it didn't exist. His strong index finger pressed between his dark lips. "You can refuse the cloud, but I don't want it to become a punishment."

Master, such a cold master, such a charming master.

"Will my master share with me?"

"meeting."

The red wine belonged to the host, and she had to give it up after Hobert refused to let her taste it.

Okay, let's take a look at this awful steak.

This is a nice piece of meat, beautifully grilled until the snow-white fat melts and it's coated with a charred crust. There's no sauce, no lemon, no salt; just a piece of meat laid out on a gold-rimmed plate, waiting for her to cut and eat it.

This amount is acceptable.

Wu Qian pursed her lips and picked up the cutlery. Her movements were strange and ridiculous, full of incoordination. At first, she mixed up her left and right hands. She was even trembling, making gurgling and awkward sounds from her throat.

She gripped the knife tightly, and in that instant, Wu Qian suddenly wondered, if it could slice through the steak, could it also slice through her wrist? Just like before, starting from the thenar eminence, slowly, deeply… she could… blood would drip down the bone…

Unconsciously, Wu Qian made a gesture in the air, and the sharp side fell down. The person using it tensed their muscles and used a little force to tilt it so that the tip pointed downwards.

Closer and closer... just a little bit more...

Lower it a little more...

immediately……

It will be ready soon...

“cloud”.

Ah, it's the master.

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Dog Diary

What Bao wants, Bao gets.

So what if the puppy gets something for nothing? The person who can coldly refuse the puppy is the one with a problem!