The Male Lead Suddenly Became My Lapdog after I Annulled Our Engagement

So stingy.

Jing Yan pursed his lips and unwillingly stuck out his tongue to lap the milk in the bottle cap.

It was not until the taste of the dog food in his mouth was completely covered by the fragrance of milk that Jing Yan arrogantly turned his dog head away, unwilling to accept her pity.

He Miao saw that the little guy did not want to drink anymore, so she threw away the bottle cap, wiped the milk stains on her hands, and continued reading.

Jing Yan was lazily lying on her lap. Seeing that she was so focused on reading that she did not pay much attention to him, he suddenly felt that he was being ignored. He raised his paw and scratched her leg.

He Miao lowered her head to look at it, thinking that it was bored, so she took its favorite toy and put it by its head.

Jing Yan smacked the toy away in disgust, and He Miao did not know whether to laugh or cry.

“Onion, what’s wrong?” He Miao lifted the dog in front of her. She thought about how she had brought it out for a run every night at this time. Now that her leg was injured, she could not go out. The little guy must have gotten used to his previous routine, so he was a little unhappy tonight.

She placated Onion, who was getting more and more angry. “Be good. When my legs recover, I’ll definitely take you out to play, okay?”

Jing Yan was very satisfied with how focused she was on coaxing him. He closed his eyes in enjoyment, his tail wagging left and right behind him.

Seeing that it was in a good mood, He Miao laughed and put the book aside. She picked up her phone and took a picture of its lively appearance.

Jing Yan obediently lay on the bed and allowed her to pat him. He assumed a posture that he thought was handsome, but in reality, it looked stupid on a dog. He waited for a long time, but He Miao did not praise him.

He opened his eyes in dissatisfaction and saw He Miao focused on her phone screen, replying to other people’s messages.

Jing Yan snorted coldly in his heart. He unhappily crawled into He Miao’s arms, determined to see who it was that wanted to send her a message so late at night.

Amused, He Miao pressed the dog’s head down. “Don’t mess around. I’ll take your picture in a while.”

‘Why should I wait?’

Jing Yan barked to express his dissatisfaction, but he did not get the gentle coaxing he had expected from He Miao.

This time, he was completely enraged. Today, he had to find out who seduced her to the point that she did not even care about her dog!

He snuggled to He Miao’s side, his dog eyes staring unblinkingly at the screen. Then, he saw a message pop up from someone whose name was Li Ming.

[Miaomiao, how’s your injury? If you really can’t do it, you don’t have to force yourself.]

The dog beside her started to grind its teeth. He Miao trembled in discomfort and tapped its head as if admonishing it. [It’s okay. After all, it’s a group activity for the class. As long as it’s within my ability, I’ll help. Besides, you’re also injured, class rep.]

Xu Meng sent an approving emoji and then said, [My goddess is the best! However, goddess, you don’t have to worry. I’m only giving some suggestions now. There’s still some time before I can start preparing for the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala!]

[I can make mooncakes for everyone.] He Miao said after some thought.

The group of people in the class group who originally only wanted to lurk and not speak could not help but stick their heads out when they saw this.

Seeing that everyone was looking forward to the mooncakes she made, He Miao suddenly looked forward to the Mid-Autumn Festival celebration.

Jing Yan sourly raised his paw and patted He Miao’s hand, as if to say, “Is there a dog’s share of the mooncakes?”

He Miao saw that Onion was getting anxious, so she quickly bade goodnight and closed the group chat. She turned on her camera and took photos of Onion.

Jing Yan was no longer in the mood to take photos. He only wanted to know if he would be able to eat the mooncakes she made.

Recalling that he had only stolen a small piece of osmanthus cake last time, Jing Yan felt very upset. For the first time in his life, he realized that his position in He Miao’s heart might not even be as high as this stupid dog.

At least, after he had become a stupid dog, He Miao had paid more attention to him and doted on him to the bone.

Jing Yan lay on the side and ignored her. He Miao thought that Onion must be tired from playing and was going to sleep. She turned off the bedside lamp and kissed Onion’s furry forehead. She hugged his soft body and fell asleep.

In the dark, Jing Yan’s eyes were wide open as he lay in the woman’s soft arms. He did not fall asleep until it was almost dawn.