"Early in the morning, who are you calling a dog!?" Ethan Hayes raised an eyebrow and stared at Vivian York with his deep eyes.
"Uh... nothing..." Vivian quickly shut her mouth and thought back carefully.
In the dream, there was indeed a little white dog, that's right... That little white dog even rested its head on her stomach, and then she had enthusiastically petted the dog's head...
Thinking of this, Vivian couldn't help but look down at her hands.
Hmm, great, there were still a few soft black hairs between her fingers, judging from the length, they must be Ethan Hayes's hair.
"Uh... I'm sorry..." Vivian knelt on Ethan Hayes's soft bed, her arms supporting the bed, sincerely apologizing to him: "I dreamt of a little white dog last night, super cute, super cute. I couldn't help but pet the dog's head, and also hugged and kissed it a few times... I didn't expect I was hugging your head instead..."
"..."
Isn't this still implying that my head is a dog's head!?
