Instead, it seemed like Little Bear itself felt it had undergone quite a transformation and made significant progress, as it happily circled around Fang Che's leg a dozen times, extremely affectionate.
Until Yan Beihan's displeased, cold gaze stared.
Only then did Little Bear lazily circle around Yan Beihan's leg a few times.
The perfunctory intent was quite obvious.
This left Yan Beihan feeling a pang of irritation in his chest.
Clearly, I treat it better, right?
Why can't I seem to compare to Fang Che in this little guy's heart? What am I lacking?
Yan Beihan grabbed Little Bear by the scruff of its neck and took it to the lakeside for a bath.
This little guy slept in Fang Che's tent last night, which Yan Beihan couldn't tolerate, needing it cleaned up.
"The weight hasn't changed, still fourteen pounds and three ounces."
Yan Beihan said as he washed.
"You can even be precise to the ounce?"
Fang Che was somewhat surprised.
"Hehe." Yan Beihan chuckled.
