"Okay." Yu Longting, with his volatile temper, actually endured and started to help me fasten the buttons, "Go ahead."
With the buttons on my cheongsam done up in a hurry, I dashed outside, "Little Fatty, spare Shenshen!"
In the hallway, Xiao Shenshen had somehow stolen some alcohol.
He got himself so drunk that the scent of ginseng emanating from him was now mixed with a fragrant whiff of alcohol.
Little Fatty crawled onto Shenshen's shoulder, ready to bite into the tenderest part of the neck.
Upon hearing my words, Little Fatty stopped, "What's up? Want to share?"
"No, no! This is my pet, you can't eat it." I scooped up Little Fatty in my hands, "The beef you want to eat, I'll go buy it first thing tomorrow, a whole one."
It was seriously a matter of life and death. Shenshen was already so nutritious and tender that it made one drool.
And now, after stealing a drink, he turned himself into a wine-infused delicacy and became even more irresistible. What was he up to?
