Can I Walk Your Dog?

My next book, Will Little Cats Cry Too?, is listed at the very bottom. Please add it to your reading list! Blurb: 1. Zhong Jiajing took a liking to a Samoyed. After she vouched for her character as a college student and offered to pay 25 yuan an hour, Ji Nan reluctantly agreed to let her walk the dog, proudly declaring that he wouldn't charge her a penny. Zhong Jiajing secretly thought she was getting a great deal, so she worked even harder at walking the dog. The third time she heard Ji Nan call his own pet “hamimi,” he expressionlessly pulled something out from behind the door... uh, a cat. “That’s a dog. This is a kitty.” Zhong Jiajing: “...” 2. One day, Ji Nan made an exception and invited Zhong Jiajing into his home for coffee. Overjoyed, Zhong Jiajing looked around curiously. “Does this count as a cat-and-dog cafe? And it’s free!” Ji Nan lifted his thin eyelids slightly. “You’ve taken all the cats and dogs away. At best, this is a people cafe.” Zhong Jiajing was horrified. “Don’t be like that. I don’t pet people!” Ji Nan: “...” 3. One day, Ji Nan was discussing business with someone at a restaurant facing the street. Zhong Jiajing happened to be walking the dog past. The dog spotted its dad and happily lunged toward the window. Zhong Jiajing held on to the leash, utterly miserable, thinking she was about to “lose her job.” The business associate’s mouth twitched. “Oh no, are people going to think I’m the other woman?” Ji Nan gave her a mysterious smile. “My taste isn’t that bad. Also, you should get your eyes checked.” But then one day, the business associate clearly saw Ji Nan pinning Zhong Jiajing down and kissing her all over because she’d tried to steal his dog... P.S. Hamimi means “honey” in Japanese, but here it’s a meme netizens use to refer to all kinds of cute little animals! Upcoming Book My next book, Will Little Cats Cry Too? Please add it to your reading list! [Sharp-Tongued, Fussy, Trouble-Making Man x Unfussy, Taciturn, Cool Woman] 1. A young master from the capital was exiled to Wutong Lane. The alley was so narrow that cars couldn’t get through, so Lan Qi rode a tricycle to meet him at the entrance. The young master took one look at the beat-up tricycle and started complaining, ready to voice a hundred objections. Lan Qi couldn’t be bothered to listen. She rode off without looking back, and by that evening, rumors that she’d abandoned her husband and child had spread throughout Wutong Lane. 2. After the alley’s volunteer family dispute mediator patiently pleaded with her, Lan Qi brought the young master back home. The pampered young master was no more agreeable at home. One day he complained that the bed was too hard, the next that the food was too sweet. Or he’d gripe about the poor soundproofing and the uncouth old man next door. Every day, he made Lan Qi pick a thousand things apart with him. Lan Qi ordered him to shut up. The young master obediently fell silent. The next day, he handed her a three-thousand-word “Open Letter Condemning Old Man Liu for Violating His Neighbors’ Mental Well-Being by Snoring in the Middle of the Night.” Using sign language, he asked Lan Qi to help him post it on the alley’s public notice board. Lan Qi told him to get lost. A letter arrived from the capital. The young master’s life sentence had been reduced to a fixed term, and he could pack up and head home. The young master really did leave. 3. In the middle of the night, sleepless Lan Qi heard quiet sobbing outside her window. She opened it and caught sight of the young master crouching in a corner with a cat in his arms, his back shaking. She was silent for a moment, then asked helplessly, “What are you crying for?” For once, the young master didn’t make a snide remark. He just said pitifully, “I can’t bear to leave Wutong Lane.” Lan Qi told him, “Nobody’s making you leave.” The young master raised his head. Under the streetlight, two lines of tears slid down his exquisite face. “You seem pretty fed up with me...” Lan Qi closed the window and went back inside, no longer looking at him. “I never said that.” Having gotten the answer he wanted, the young master turned off the old radio beside him, which was still playing background sounds, hummed a little tune, and tossed his newly opened bottle of eye drops into the trash. Theme: May the future move toward joy!