Chapter 212

Ji Jue moved a bit.

Then moved again, and another time.

Dodging left and right, helplessly avoiding, he pressed down on the dog's head, "Stop licking, bro, no licking—"

The CEO grinned, his tongue hanging loosely, persistently burrowing his head into Ji Jue's embrace, tenacious as ever, and then repeatedly placed Ji Jue's hand on himself, his tail wagging wildly.

With fur smooth and lustrous, once touched, the hand instinctively began to pet.

From top to bottom.

After getting a pleasant rub, the CEO generously lay on the ground and rolled over, showing his belly, signaling Ji Jue to continue.

Ji Jue sighed with a worried heart, too distracted to focus on petting the dog.

Since last night until now, after pulling an all-nighter, his mind was in disarray—The strange occurrences in Spring City were one thing, but the key issue was his own problem.

After all, even if others didn't notice, could he still be unaware?