Duofu had already transformed into a dog head several times, perched on the wall, staring intently at the handsome young master in the courtyard opposite theirs.
He was so handsome it was almost unreal. He had feminine features, but he wasn't effeminate at all. Instead, he was so exquisite that you couldn't help but look at him again and again.
Duofu is that kind of person; he's always been a huge fan of good looks.
In recent years, he felt that his pet owner had become somewhat ugly, although he dared not mention these words to Yinzhen.
However, compared to the handsome 18-year-old next door, he is definitely a better-looking young man.
A pair of round, bright dog eyes stared intently, and as long as the young master next door wasn't dead, he would definitely notice.
Because those eyes were so big, so bright, so eye-catching.
With that glaring gaze sweeping over him, it was impossible for anyone else not to notice, let alone Zhou Yan, who was already very sensitive to being stared at.
At first, he thought some lecherous rogue had taken a fancy to his face, but when he turned around, he was surprised to see...
Then I discovered that in the yard across the street, where people had recently moved in, there was a small, yellowish-brown mongrel dog.
This little mongrel has unusually big and bright eyes.
It's just that this dog doesn't quite match its owner's demeanor.
This country bumpkin looks like a silly little mongrel.
It was really incompatible with the aloof and cold temperament of the homeowner.
Amusement flashed in Zhou Yan's eyes. He really didn't expect that he could bewitch a dog so completely in his lifetime.
This wasn't the first time; the little mongrel had been blatantly staring at him from the top of the wall, its eyes full of affection, especially when it saw him smile. He even suspected that he could see the little mongrel drooling from afar.
Duofu quickly shut his mouth to prevent drool from falling out; drooling in front of a beautiful woman would be too embarrassing.
Maybe that pretty girl across from him will think he's a rude dog and won't smile at him next time.
That won't do. Looking at the pretty girl every now and then is one of his pleasures.
Duofu, looking around furtively, glanced at both ends of the yard, afraid of accidentally missing the appointed time and being caught red-handed by its owner when they returned—that would be a serious matter.
He casually made a couple of comments last time, saying that his pet owner must have a bad back, but little did he know that he would suffer the consequences the very next day.
It's not that his pet owner has a bad back; it's that his pet owner feels sorry for him.
If his pet owner finds him climbing over to look at other people, and almost drooling, he'll be in trouble.
He'd definitely be pinned to the bed, drooling and crying, and he didn't want that.
He simply has an eye for beauty; he just loves to look at beautiful things.
I absolutely have no intention of switching sides.
Look, his little paws are still firmly clinging to the top of the wall; he hasn't gone over yet.
No matter how the pretty girl opposite him smiled at him or waved to him, he held firmly to his little paws.
I never even considered the wall.
It's not that Duofu doesn't want to go; even if he did, he wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.
If they eventually move, or the owner doesn't like the pet and gets rid of it, then he won't know where to cry then.
The young master next door is so handsome, I have no idea how his parents could have such a child.
Look at those dark eyebrows and eyes, their gaze indifferent and aloof yet strangely alluring, especially when they stare at you.
Duofu can still recall the first time he turned his head and stared at him coldly with those alluring eyes, which almost made him want to pounce on him.
Duofu cheered himself up while secretly telling himself that no matter how beautiful this little beauty was, he still loved his cat owner the most.
His pet owner, even though he's getting old, is still a handsome middle-aged man. And when it comes to that kind of coldness, his pet owner's is even more impressive, especially that aloof feeling, as if he doesn't care about anyone.
Thinking of this, Duofu shook his paw with a bit of regret, glanced at the sky, and realized that his human would be back soon, so he had to leave.
Goodbye, my little beauty. I'll come back to climb over the wall and see you again when I have time.
Duofu looked at it one last time with a hint of reluctance in his big eyes, then quickly turned around and nimbly jumped onto the peach tree in the yard, swooping down in a few quick movements.
Zhou Yan looked somewhat surprised. Why did this little mongrel leave so quickly today? He wanted to take a few more glances at it.
Even the little mongrel dogs kept by high-ranking officials and nobles are so clever and unique.
The moment Zhou Yan looked at the owner next door, he knew that he was no ordinary person. His whole demeanor, his superior attitude, and his disdain for everyone were not those of an ordinary merchant.
In addition, he raised this special little mixed-breed dog.
Although that little mongrel wasn't the prettiest, every little thing about it—its eyes, its little movements, its little expressions—was adorable.
Especially for dog lovers.
That little mongrel across from us is sometimes a bit too clever.
Zhou Yan felt that the other party could understand him. If it weren't for the fact that the other party was rich and seemed to be someone he couldn't afford to offend, he would have asked the owner of the other party if he could give him that little mongrel.
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