How unlike that smelly rabbit, who gets whatever it wants; snacks, small eats, weaving flower bracelets—all uninterrupted along the way.
In a fit of pique, she bit down hard on the back of Baili An's hand; her teeth were sharp, and in an instant, she bit through, blood gushing forth.
The woman was startled: "Oh dear, young master, could your dog have rabies? It's one thing to scare children, but to even bite its own master."
The young child, who hadn't been fully pacified, saw Shu Ci's bleeding bite and immediately cried even louder.
Baili An's brow furrowed even tighter. Seeing her so unreasonable and obstinate, a faint anger appeared in his eyes.
Afu Tu noticed that his hand was bitten and covered in blood; a coldness flashed deep within his scarlet eyes, but he resisted showing it.
Instead, he took a few small tomato candies from his paper packet, cupping them gently with his soft pink paw pads, and offered them to the child whose nose was bubbling with snot.
