Meow was startled: "No need to carry me, I can walk myself."
Tyr kissed her forehead: "Be good."
Meow licked her lips, "Oh!"
Meow looked up at Tyr's chin, he was too perfect, with a beautifully curved chin, almost like a painting. But Meow always felt that this Tyr seemed... preoccupied, as if he was in a bad mood.
He was harboring something in his heart.
Meow shrank her neck, deciding to lower her presence.
Tyr carried Meow all the way out, the car was parked outside, Meow saw a person standing in front of the car, wearing a white coat, with striking auburn hair, young, handsome, sunny, a very good-looking man.
He waved at Meow: "Hi, little beauty, I'm the dean of this hospital, you can call me Hale... In the future, when you come to the hospital, you can come directly to me, I promise to make your treatment process full of joy, without any pain."
Meow's mouth twitched slightly, this... this sounds somewhat off, what does he mean by a joyful... treatment process?
