"Are you sure this is a sound of comfort?"
Qiao Si looked at the pitiful crying of the Xiao Hua doggy, but it really was dirty — the water in the bathtub had turned yellow the moment it got in, which showed just how filthy the Xiao Hua doggy was. There were even a few bugs floating on top of the water, making his skin crawl with his germaphobia.
"I'm sure. When I used to bathe my cats, it wasn't like this at all. I'd use up both arms each time, thankfully my ability to regenerate was pretty good. I'd chop one off and instantly a new one would grow, so I always had fresh arms every month."
As Ye Xiao spoke, she poured some shower gel into her palm and began to wash Xiao Hua doggy's body, avoiding the head for now and starting to lather up bubbles from the back.
Listening to her, Qiao Si didn't know how to respond.
The kid must have read too many novels. Chopped off arms don't grow back, and is she considering herself a lobster? But let her be, as long as she's happy.