Jiang Tian carried Zhang He on his back and walked steadily and slowly step by step. Zhang He lay quietly on Jiang Tian's back, and gently pinched Jiang Tian's soft earlobes with two slender fingers with red fingertips. Under the dim sky, a wisp of pure white smoke rose from the opposite door, and He Wanzhen made ginger soup to ward off the cold in the kitchen.
"Heer, Brother Tian will never let Madman Han bully you in the future."
Zhang He nodded seriously, blinked his eyes, and opened his two cherry-colored thin lips, "Yeah, yeah."
Concept: What bad intentions can a little dog have?