"This guy makes me roughhouse with him every day—all that pouncing and clawing." Shen Yibin pulled Shi Gaofei over and showed its claws to Bai Yanni. "Look at these claws. They could rival the Wolverine's. And as a result, my arm ended up like this."
"Tsk, tsk. None of my colleagues in the K-9 unit are in such a sorry state." Bai Yanni's fingers gently traced the scratches on Shen Yibin's arm. The strange sensation felt like a jolt of electricity, making Shen Yibin want to pull his arm back, but at the same time, he couldn't bear to.
"Do your colleagues in the K-9 unit train dogs like this, too?" Shen Yibin's brain felt a little fried. 'Then again,' he thought, 'it's probably never worked right to begin with.'
