A large dog came running in with its tail wagging, and Tang Xi smiled as she bent down to pat Sixteen's head.
Auntie Song looked at the simple surroundings and wanted to say something, but, seeing the gentle smile on Tang Xi's face, she sighed instead.
Tang Xi took out her belongings from her suitcase. She didn't have much; most of it was books.
Sixteen was holding a book in its mouth and looking down. Tang Xi quickly patted the dog's head, half crying and half laughing, "No biting, this is a very important book!"
Sixteen seemed to understand human speech, releasing the book from its mouth and whining to her for affection.
Tang Xi hadn't expected that such a large dog could also have its cute moments. She had only met Sixteen twice, and yet it remembered her.
It's easy to suffer from insomnia in a strange place. Here, Tang Xi could not sleep, feeling the unfamiliar room was filled with his scent, a cold and distant odor.
