Even if the farce that fell on the door was completely ignored, Calvin and Moser's dinner was still full of twists and turns. Thankfully, Xiaolong's Chinese food has always tasted good, and Mosser, like Calvin, loves the restaurant's fried dumplings.

"Nice taste. ”

Calvin munched on the mixture of starch and meat that had been crispy from the frying, and said vaguely to Moser.

Moser looked up from under the table and glanced at Calvin in confusion.

The purity of those emerald green eyes that only animals had made Calvin smile uncontrollably.

Moser was a little more troubled eating - considering it was Virgil's body, Calvin had tried to get Moser to sit in a chair and eat with him on the table. But Moser was a well-trained dog at heart, and although he drooled incessantly under the scent (it must be said that the scene was so shocking that Calvin had refused to put it into his memory), he never touched a bite of the food on his plate, even if it was close enough to almost close to his lips.

"Wow-"

He stared at Calvin's face, looking almost aggrieved.

The last person to surrender was Calvin, who of course found the somewhat cute dog food bowl and put it on the ground and put it in the food. Moser crawled over rather quickly, apparently hungry for both a dog and a man.

Moser lowered her head and ate quickly.

Calvin tilted his head to the side a little uncomfortably.

Oh God, he really shouldn't have put the bowl at his feet. Calvin thought.

I watched Messer lying there in a dog food bowl and eating dinner happily...... Calvin was embarrassed by some of the things he had in mind, and at least now Vigilli's body was inhabited by Mercer's soul.

And Moser is just a dog.

Calvin stiffly opened his own food, eating to keep himself from thinking too much, but the intense hunger soon caused him to focus his full attention on the sweet and sour pieces of meat and starchy foods full of fat and soup.

His dinner with Moser went even better than he expected.

It should be said that Moser is indeed too much like "Moser", and that kind of animal temperament makes it difficult for Calvin to put up a wall of vigilance when facing him like other humans.

His attitude towards Mercer was unusually soft, and of course, he himself did not realize it.

After tossing all the disposable utensils in the trash, Calvin returned to the couch, patted the soft cushion and motioned for Moser to jump up.

"Let me see your wounds. ”

He said.

The wound on Vigilli's palm wasn't usually nothing, but crawling on the ground in a human posture would put pressure on the wound.

And after Messer took off his clothes, Calvin was a little concerned about the series of reddish scars on his arms.

"Wow!"

With Calvin's permission, Messer ecstatic jumped over the armrest of the couch and threw herself straight down the couch from the side.

"Hey—"

Calvin let out a short exclamation.

"That's not what a good dog should do. ”

He said to Messer with a bit of a headache, his tone revealing helpless indulgence and a little doting.

"Hoo ......"

Moser meekly rested her chin on Calvin's palm and let out a gasp sound.

Calvin patted Moser on the head.

"I have to say, multiple personalities are really ...... Magical. ”

He muttered softly, uncovering the bandage from Mother's palm.

To Calvin's surprise, in just a few hours, Mercer's wound had healed quite well, oozing and blood had dried up, and a faint pink new skin could already be seen beneath some of the brown shriveled scars. Calvin couldn't help but touch the small scar lightly, and Moser winced visibly.

"Oh, sorry. Calvin quickly apologized, and he couldn't help but touch Mercer's hair to reassure.

(Virgilly's well-cared curls are unusually soft and fluffy, and they do feel damn good)

He was slightly surprised at how quickly Moser healed, but he soon remembered that the ointments he had used for Moser were of a kind he had never seen before, presumably some kind of expensive medicine that he didn't know about.

Calvin quickly put the little episode behind him.

He then began to examine the scars on Mercer's arms.

The scars were already so pale that Calvin would have barely been able to spot them if it hadn't been for Messer taking off all his shirts. It was as if countless palm-sized crosses were entangled together in a thorny scar, which began in the palm of his hand and spread along his arm to Moser's chest.

"That's ......"

Calvin frowned, and pressed lightly against Moser's smooth, hot skin, and the moment he touched the red marks—

"Hoo ......"

Moser let out a rough gasp from his throat, and his body slammed before falling straight down on Calvin.

"Moser?!"

Calvin was startled, and he scrambled to help Moser to his feet.

The humanoid puppy looked at Calvin blankly, as if frightened, and then blinked.

"Are you okay? Are you in pain...... Hmm, what's going on......"

Calvin anxiously inquired about Moser's physical condition.

Moser stiffened for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"Wang. ”

He screamed dryly.

And when Calvin once again focused his gaze on Mercer's arm, the red marks had faded to the point where they were barely visible.

Calvin guessed that the marks were probably related to the temperature of the body, perhaps Moser had accidentally scratched them there?

At that moment, a faint sound of music came from under Calvin's cushion. Calvin let go of Mercer, and he scrambled to pull the phone out from under his butt.

After seeing that the caller ID was Izak, Calvin's expression relaxed for a moment.

"Hey, Isaac. ”

He opened his mouth as if something had happened.

The officer on the other end of the line was silent for a moment, and for a moment Calvin almost felt as if his brother was hesitating about something.

"God, aren't you still angry?"

Calvin frowned and lowered his voice.

"Calvin ......" Isaac's somewhat hoarse voice came from the other side of the microphone, "Do you remember the person Imogen Payne?" 166 Reading Network