The little puppy might have understood, its whining gradually becoming weaker.
Then, just as Lucy Ansley was about to close the door, it wobbled its way into the house from under her feet.
The puppy was at most a month old, a fluffy milk-white, sitting on the ground and continuing to whine.
Lucy Ansley maintained her closing posture, standing still.
After a moment, she lightly touched it with her toe, "Whose house do you belong to?"
The puppy sniffed at her slippers, rubbing them with its little head, looking very cute, but Lucy was a bit at a loss.
She had never interacted with small animals, hardly ever touching them.
Because... her brother Edward Ansley suffered from allergic asthma, and the fur or scent of pets could trigger an attack.
As a result, Lucy had ingrained this knowledge from a young age, doing her best to avoid any contact with small animals.
