Bai Yu woke up feeling ravenously hungry. She felt as though she could see stars dancing before her eyes. Fortunately, the train was only a few minutes from the station. At this moment, a bowl of hot soup would keep her happy for the rest of the day.
Stepping off the train, she walked out of the air-conditioned carriage and was immediately hit by a blast of scorching heat. It was much hotter here than in Jing City. Even so, Daju, wearing its pink ballet tutu, still kept its furry head buried in the crook of Bai Yu’s arm. It was truly unfazed by the heat. Daju’s logic: I’d rather get heat rash than lose face as a cat.
"Can you get down and walk? You’ve made me sweat just by holding you."
Chapter 175