Whose First Kiss?

'Oh, how excessive and wasteful! Reckless man!'

'Which wanderer carries things like these?'

'And what's that palm-sized thing?'

Meng Fuyao picked up the gown-like object, a big question mark evident in her eyes.

"It's Yuan Bao's robe," Yuan Zhaoxu explained kindly.

Meng Fuyao turned her head sluggishly, catching sight of Lord Yuan Bao squatting not far away, happily waiting for his owner to dress him.

"He… carries this around?"

"Occasionally."

"Not heavy?"

"He has a lot of meat and is strong. Plus, he likes crystals."

"Why didn't he wear it previously?"

"It's cold now, and he wants to keep his belly warm."

There was nothing more to say. Like owner, like pet – it was something she just had to get used to.