Jinya felt like her skin was going moldy these days.
Every day she ate and slept, then slept and ate, and even the cat climbing frame in the animal shed was dismantled, just in case she accidentally fell.
Every day, Jinya sulked with a small pout, and she took out all her frustration on Little Jin.
Little Jin was all too willing to let her bite and hit him; as long as Jinya was happy, she could torment him however she liked.
Every day, no matter the weather, he would catch the freshest rabbits for Jinya, and occasionally when Little Sen added some extra dishes for Jinya, Little Jin would stay watchful from start to finish, as if afraid Little Sen would slip in something bad.
"Little Jin, am I that kind of person? You're even testing for poison!"
Seeing Little Jin nibble a small bite from the food prepared for Jinya, Little Sen laughed in exasperation.
"Is that how unreliable I am in your eyes? Fine, in the future, don't expect me to lift a finger even for your baby."
