Little Black

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening when he arrived home. Ye Xingchen got out of the snowmobile and opened the door. After pushing the snowmobile through the door, he touched his starving stomach.

The suburbs were still a little far. Even if there were no red lights along the way, the afternoon was still not enough. Ye Xingchen planned to go there in the morning next time.

When he reached the sixth floor, Ye Xingchen had also changed his clothes.

The few mouthfuls of food he ate at noon did not last long.

When he opened the door to the sixth floor, he saw Lin Sijia holding Little Black in one hand and stroking its fur while watching the videos that Ye Xingchen had left for her.

Hearing the commotion, the woman and the dog turned their heads at the same time.

"You're back?"

The moment Lin Sijia saw Ye Xingchen, her eyes lit up.