Ever since Chu Yi couldn't become a host, his feelings were particularly complicated, so much so that he didn't even feel like teasing Chu Ruolin and Chu Ling'er.
Lazily, he had a long sleep, and it wasn't until the morning rays pierced through the window and landed on his rear that he slowly opened his eyes.
"Strange, my head feels foggy and really uncomfortable."
Chu Yi mumbled to himself, rubbing his throbbing temples as he did so.
"Dog Left, Dog Left..."
Ever since Dog Left arrived, Chu Yi became increasingly reliant on him, calling out continuously until he saw him.
Dog Left obediently walked in.
"Master, are you hungry?"
"Dang, why do I feel like someone was desperately beating me while I slept last night, as if my brain was kicked by a donkey."
Dog Left chuckled as he approached, twirling his fist in circles on his master's forehead: "How could that be? You probably just had a nightmare. I've prepared breakfast, let's eat quickly."
