"Chief, your hat is crooked." Du Xin squinted and reached for the Sheriff's hat with a smile.
The Sheriff took a step back.
"Chief, your hat is so hard, doesn't it prick your ears?" Du Xin said and put his paws on the black cat's ears.
The Sheriff froze and his tail twitched.
"Sheriff, will I be cuffed away by you like this?" He stood up on tiptoes, grabbed an ear with each hand, and leaned into the arms of the police chief.
The Sheriff hugged her carefully and lowered his head slightly.
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