He lost his life sticking up for someone he hated. What a load of crap, he thought.
He was probably on a boat crossing the River of Forgetfulness, feeling dizzy. Bao Liu couldn't open his eyes, and his throat was so gummy he couldn't speak. Were the ferrymen in the underworld always this unprofessional? The boat rocked so violently it felt like it was being driven by a wind-fire wheel. At last, unable to bear the agony in his guts any longer, he cursed, "Stop rocking the damn boat!"
When he finally saw daylight again, he'd just seen his own blood-soaked hands. How had he gone to sleep and woken up with furry dog paws?
Bao Liu had never imagined that the deep, magnetic, mature male voice his six million fans swooned over every day would turn into a sticky, squeaky puppy voice.
No, the point was, he'd turned into a dog.
.
Heaven must hate him. Not only had it turned him into a dog, it had also made the person he hated most in the world look suspiciously like his new owner.
He didn't have many dreams: first, make money and find a partner. But then he found out his partner was way too rich.
Second, worship the Ghost King and Ghost Queen with his partner, then go to bed together. He wasn't very well-read and couldn't come up with some corny line like, "May the mountains crumble and heaven and earth unite." So he drafted something in his little notebook.
When the time came, he got tongue-tied.
Bao Liu: "Why don't you go first?"
Miu Yanyi gave a cold snort.
Bao Liu tossed away his mouse. To hell with the draft. He grabbed his partner by the butt, pushed him down, and bit him once, then growled, "I fucking love you! Will you go to bed with me?"
