When Jiang Xingye caught sight of his sweetheart, his usual icy, miles-long chill vanished, his gaze softening until it seemed ready to melt. The gray wolf he had brought with him paced around Xu Qinghuan, letting out low, whimpering yips.
Jiang Xingye pressed a hand on the wolf’s head, and it sat down obediently, head held high, its tail sweeping across the ground.
"I’ve eaten. I heard these people banging on the door, so I came to check it out!"
Chapter 105