I’m an adorable Siberian roe deer, scientific name Capreolus pygargus, the Northeast’s version of a capybara. My eyes are clearer than a college student’s, and I’m happier jumping around than a little kid. One moment I was snuggling up to my big brother, a Siberian tiger, and the next I’d transmigrated into a vicious second female lead in a pampered-beauty novel set in the capital. On a variety show, the fussy female lead mistook a vine for a snake and shrieked in terror. Me: I’m curious. Let me take a look! Before a livestream, a reporter asked the capital’s most eligible young master about his bracelet hobby. I blinked my big eyes. Wow, your fingers must be really nimble. Netizens exclaimed: “A naturally sweet wife!” The male and female leads: Fine, I guess we’re the clowns. The tiger brother who’d been chasing after me finally caught up, cracking his knuckles. “Little thing, you sure can run.”
