"Are you angry?"
Barto squatted a head lower than Gu Ning, looking up at her slightly as he asked.
It was a familiar posture.
'Back when he was a regressed Mixed Breed, in many moments Gu Ning never noticed, he had always looked up at her just like this—craning his neck even more than he was now.'
'At the time, she had also been a Mixed Breed. He hadn't liked looking up at such a scrawny Dwarf hybrid, just as he disliked anyone taller than him.'
'And yet, he'd often found himself wanting to look up at this little "Mixed Breed," secretly observing her every move.'
'He also frequently caught this little "Mixed Breed" stealing glances at him. Her gaze was filled with curiosity and something else, something strange that made him inexplicably flustered and annoyed. She especially loved staring at his tail.'
'Later, when he saw Cook burying his doggy head in her arms and saw how she couldn't stop petting his dog ears and tail, he finally understood. She simply liked fluffy things.'
