Calvin couldn't remember when he fell asleep.

The medicine that Fuge gave him contained a certain amount of sleeping ingredients, and after being freed from extreme tension, he was almost completely unable to resist the onslaught of the Sandman, even with a humanoid "dog" squatting next to him.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he woke up again, the light that had slanted into the living room through the window was a bright golden yellow. The temperature was a little high, and Calvin felt some sweat on his back. Other than that, everything was good, the high-end sofa in the Vicili house was far more comfortable than his shabby and uneven bed, and of course, the most important thing was that he hadn't slept so deeply in a long time - like all people with the shadow of a tragic past, Calvin's sleep was always full of nightmares that he didn't remember when he woke up, but the tiredness of nightmares didn't go away with the sunshine the next day.

And this sleep he had at Vigilli's house was almost perfect, no dreams, no tossing and turning, he slept like a dead man...... However, it was precisely because of this that it took him a while to realize that he was not alone on the couch.

"Oh...... Not ......"

As if slowly rising from the depths of the ocean, Calvin's soul slowly returned to his body.

A hot, sturdy body pressed heavily against Calvin's leg, and he tried to pull it out, but he couldn't move at all.

Calvin rubbed his eyes and looked to his feet, and saw that Virgili was curled up on the other side of the couch, his face pressed against Calvin's instep, and the sound of hot breathing made Calvin's feet tingle. His arms were tightly wrapped around Calvin's calves, and his legs were wrapped around the latter's waist, and he clamped Calvin so tightly that Calvin's legs were sore, bleeding from the night's sleep—probably because of this, and after several attempts, Calvin still couldn't get out of this damn awkward position.

"Hey—hey!"

Calvin tried to wake up Vickyli.

But Vigili seemed to be sleeping a little more heavily than he was, and he let out a few muffled babbles, then rubbed his cheek against Calvin's feet harder, wrapping the embarrassed and extremely stiff former angel even tighter.

"Wake up, God...... Virgili Fugg?...... Dog, dog, dog?" In this tight position, Calvin could clearly feel the temperature coming from Vicili's body, this weird, maddening multi-personality patient had a surprisingly tall and sturdy body, perhaps because of his metabolism, his body temperature was very high, and the faint smell of sweat on his body had a musky smell, Calvin thought that it might be some kind of fine perfume, anyway, it made Vicili still smell good even when he was not bathing.

Well, by this time he actually began to think about Vigilli's perfume - everything was enough to show Calvin's confusion at this moment.

He could barely remember the last time he had been so intimate with another human, but anyway, it wasn't a pleasant thing to be entangled with such a male hormone-overflowing fellow.

Calvin struggled to pull himself out of Vicili's arms.

He barely lifted his sore and supplied foot and kicked the guy lightly.

"Wake up! damn it—"

"Whew......"

Finally, thanks to Calvin's efforts, Vigilli finally woke up.

Calvin looked expectantly at his sleepy-eyed face.

"Virgilly?!"

He shouted longingly, looking forward to seeing a human who had finally returned from his "dog" personality after his sleep.

"Wang-"

However, God was still not on his side today, and after waking up, "Virgilli" jumped to his feet and then changed his position and lay on Calvin's body.

“*&……#￥！”

Calvin's face turned grim and he cursed.

"Vigilli" immediately gave him a confused look, his eyes wide.

"No, no, no, I'm not scolding you. ”

Calvin immediately reassured.

"Virgilli" rubbed against his chest, and he stared at Calvin with such concentration and purity, his turquoise pupils almost running down with a sweet taste like they were about to be mint syrup. Calvin didn't know why he blushed a little.

He wasn't used to anyone looking at him like that—not even Virgilly—

But the one lying on him now is indeed not Wei Ji in a sense.

Calvin sighed deeply, bitterly.

"I really don't know why God did this to me. ”

He muttered, struggling to coax "Virgilli" to jump off the couch. He did his best not to look at "Virgilli" in human form, but instead focused on his own soreness and numbness.

It had been about ten minutes before he could barely stand on the floor, and every muscle of his hand was protesting against him - but by this time, "Virgilli" was able to run around the living room nimbly and happily.

Of course, Calvin's current appearance still made Calvin feel extremely strange and embarrassed, and he prayed again that Vigilli or Fugg would soon return to this body. Calvin then looked at his phone and saw that it was already ...... afternoon He subconsciously opened his address book looking for missed calls—the display there was zero. In the time since he was kicked out of the car, Isaac hadn't called him at all, a realization that made Calvin frown unconsciously.

It seems that his dear brother is real this time, and he is really mad.

Calvin reached out and gently pushed "Virgilli" away a little as he tried to coquettish him, who licked his hand again.

"Hey, don't do that!"

Calvin was frightened by the wet, warm sensation of the human tongue, and he jumped up like a frightened little girl.

"Vigilli's" saliva sticks to the palm of his hand.

*******

There was a bathroom next to the living room, and Calvin rushed in, turning on the faucet to flush the saliva that belonged to another person, and then at that moment, he saw a red dot in the center of the palm of his right hand in the water.

Calvin turned off the water and put his palm in front of his eyes to look at it.

It was a red dot about a centimeter in diameter, as if someone had lightly touched his palm with lipstick on his fingers, no bulge, no pain or itching.

He touched the red dot with his left hand, and found the same thing in the palm of his left hand.

Calvin turned the faucet back on, rubbing his palms with hand sanitizer, but the two red dots remained stubbornly on his skin.

Maybe it's bugs, or maybe it's bruising.

Calvin thought.

Very, very vague marks flashed through his brain, and Calvin was in a trance for a moment, but he quickly came back to his senses.

He didn't take it too seriously, after all, there was a rich boy who had turned into a dog outside the bathroom, and the throbbing pain in his own stomach was a reminder that the body was hungry.

*******

Calvin had nothing in Vigilli's fridge, and the only trophy he found in the kitchen was a delicately made looking dog food bowl, a very beautiful ceramic piece with a print of a round puppy's paw at the bottom. His other trophy was an old-looking dog leash.

Unlike the delightful style of the food bowl, the leash is a dull black leather, and the hardware is rather heavy and sturdy, and it looks less like a leash than a real beast. The leash shows signs of use, and in the middle of the collar is a very simple metal nameplate with the word "Moser" engraved on it.

Calvin couldn't help but glance at the nameplate more.

"Moser?"

He whispered the word.

"Wang-"

Immediately after, he was almost thrown to the ground by "Virgilly".

"Woo Woo Woo Woo T

Unlike the gentle cries that preceded them, the cries of "Virgilli" were excited and high-pitched at this moment. Calvin had to hold his shoulders with both hands to barely force him to calm down a bit.

"Hey, hey, obedient, man, obedient. Calvin kept repeating as he picked up the leash, "So...... 'Mercer'? is your name?"

He asked.

Mercer's pleasure was almost oozing out of his pores.

Calvin rubbed his temples and set the leash aside.

"At least I know your name now. ”

He said with a blank face, with what he thought was coldness—though even a dog could clearly see the tenderness in his eyes—more frank and thick tenderness than he could bet on any human.

It can be said that this is a look that only Moser can enjoy.

Moser snorted, his hands alternately raised and lowered on the ground, and his head held high.

“…… I'd love to have some food in the fridge for a few of your other good friends. Calvin said to Moser, and he glanced at the dog food bowl. "And I sincerely pray that you don't need to eat dog food. ”

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