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The Chihuahua triggered Jing Yan's innate hatred for small animals.

He scuttled behind He Miao and bared his teeth at the Chihuahua in disgust, threatening it not to come near him.

He Miao patted his head lightly. "Onion, didn't you want to play with me just now? Why are you ignoring me now?"

She carried Onion on her lap. The movement of Onion was too wild, and its back was scratched by branches on both sides. Some pustules had already burst.

"Maybe he's scared by my dog. Are you okay?" The man moved closer and looked at the dog's injury carefully. His head was lowered, and his eyelashes were long and thick.

Jing Yan raised his eyes and gave him a cold look, then lowered his head again and obediently lay on He Miao's arm.

"It might not be feeling well. I'll take Onion back first." He Miao got up and looked at the Chihuahua, which was afraid to get close to him. He reached out and patted its head. "Goodbye, little baby. You can play together next time."

"See you next time," The man's eyes curved into crescents as he smiled. His eyes shone like stars in the dark night.

When she got home, she heated a glass of milk for herself before carrying Onion upstairs.

After drinking milk for a period of time, her skin had indeed become fairer and more delicate. She looked very different from when she first came in the book.

Therefore, she gradually reduced the frequency of drinking milk these past two days. In order to avoid suspicion, she decided to only drink one glass of milk a day before she left the He family. This was to prevent the change from being too big and causing unnecessary trouble.

The burn on Onion's back had started to heal, but the pus that flowed out again tonight still worried her.

He Miao was afraid it would get infected, but she could not give it a bath. She could only change the gauze and carefully clean the burns.

Jing Yan lay lazily on the bed and closed his eyes, not looking at the woman who was circling around him.

But the milky fragrance on her body still caught him off guard. Smelling the sweet scent, Jing Yan subconsciously crawled forward. As he sniffed, he moved closer, and the wet tip of his nose soon touched something soft.

"Onion, don't move." He Miao took out the teething stick on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

Jing Yan immediately spat it out in disgust and glared at her, his expression as if he had just eaten a fly.

"If you don't want to eat, then don't eat." He Miao picked up the teething stick and placed it in its bowl. Why are you so picky at night?"

He Miao suddenly thought of her own guess at that time, and the thought of testing it arose in his heart. She reached out and placed a finger by its mouth.

Jing Yan looked at her coldly and turned his head away in disgust, but the woman's fingers seemed to have a hint of a milky fragrance, and the sweet smell gradually spread around her body.

"D*mn it!" Jing Yan cursed in his heart. "Why is a dog's sense of smell so sensitive? I'm surrounded by this woman's smell!"

He turned around in irritation and pressed his head against the wall, as if this was the only place where he could temporarily escape He Miao's body scent.

He Miao stared blankly at Onion, who had turned around. He was secretly shocked. Did it become depressed at night? Otherwise, why did he not eat dinner tonight and did not get close to her?

Could it be that it was traumatized after being beaten up that night?

"Onion, don't you like to bite this little ball? Do you want me to play with you for a while?" He Miao worriedly found Onion's favorite toy and put it in its mouth.

Jing Yan still had no reaction.

Rather than saying he was annoyed, it was more like he did not know how to respond.

In this woman's eyes, he was completely a dog. Of course she would treat him like this, but he felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart.

He suddenly thought of the time when this woman used to hang around him, wagging her tail and begging for attention. Her attitude was very different from now when she saw him.

I'm afraid that I'm not even as important as a dog in her heart right now.

He turned around and glared at the woman. He was very grateful to her for saving him last night, but he could vaguely feel the change in his mood.

Could it be that he was about to be assimilated by this dog and was starting to want to get this woman's attention?

No!

He had to find a way to stay away from her as soon as possible!