"Oh,—"

Calvin couldn't help but say the word that began with an F.

He doesn't remember how many times he's sweared.

He was sitting in the living room of the Virgillis, the sky was dimly bright, and from the window he could see that the sky had gradually turned a beautiful dark blue, and now he could see everything in the living room clearly without turning on the light, the high-end furniture, the comfortable carpets, the fireplaces used by the rich (the kind of people who really need to burn wood instead of self-absorbed with electronic screens), oh yes, and Virgilly...... Fugg ...... Or something else.

Calvin stiffened his gaze at the man curled up on the carpet at his feet, he had no idea what to call him, let alone what to do with him.

"Hell ......"

Calvin muttered that he was drowsy, his brain was in a state of confusion, but the current situation allowed him to sleep peacefully on the high-end bed of the Virgillis.

He thought he had accepted the reality that Virgili was a person with multiple personalities, just as he knew that his colleague bartender had a private cosmetic affair and that Redbeard had a crush on his father, Dr. Holden...... As a former "angel", Calvin was always easy to accept the small differences of other humans, after all, few people could have more bizarre backgrounds and experiences than his own.

But many times "acceptance" does not mean "understanding", as in the case of the present – apparently, Calvin knew nothing about the symptoms of people with multiple personalities: he never knew that the "personality" in multiple personalities also included "dogs".

Yes, the body of "Virgilli" now inhabits the soul of a dog, and Calvin swears he was not mistaken, although he was almost stunned by the discovery at first.

"For God's sake, you really don't know how to get that Virgili back into your body?"

Calvin yawned, stared haggardly at "Virgilly" and said.

"Whew!"

"Virgilli" raised his head and let out a confused bark.

Calvin got goosebumps at the sound of the dog.

He still remembers how he crouched down in panic to try to determine Vigilli's condition when he opened the door and saw him on all fours—he succeeded in getting the "dog" to get the "dog" wrong, and he pounced on Calvin, gasping and licking Calvin's face with his tongue.

Calvin liked Vicili a lot, and he liked dogs, but he swore he definitely didn't like the feeling of the two being one.

Frightened, he kicked "Virgilli" out, who was injured. Calvin found a large bruise on his back, as well as a visible burn on his palm, which Calvin did not know when it was caused. He tried to turn a blind eye to the nightmarish everything, but he couldn't watch as "Virgilli" kept licking the blackened wound with his tongue...... It's like a real dog would do.

Calvin found himself unable to ignore this.

He took the bite of the ball, half-hugged, half-backed and pulled "Virgilli" downstairs, he found the first aid kit that Fugg had found earlier next to the coffee table, and then bandaged "Virgilly".

Then, "Virgilly", or rather, the "dog", showed his unusually clingy personality in front of Calvin without any scruples. He wrapped his arms around Calvin, rolled on the ground, whimpered, and staggered to hold Calvin's legs with his arms (which should be the front paws for a dog?......

For the first time in his life, Calvin was about to be defeated by a sense of helplessness.

After noticing that "Virgilli" wouldn't jump on the couch (judging by the fact that he was a well-groomed dog), he sat cross-legged on the couch and got into a standoff with him.

"Oh my God, I wish I was in a nightmare. ”

Calvin put his hand on his forehead and groaned in pain.

"Wang...... Wang ......"

"Virgilli" changed his movements, and after catching Calvin's voice, he lifted his body and carefully rested his palms on the edge of the couch. The bright and clear green eyes on Virgilli's face looked so docile at this moment, full of simple dependence and longing that only animals have.

Calvin felt himself shiver again.

"Don't look at me like that. ”

He said dryly.

"Whew. ”

A pitiful whimper.

"Virgilli never told me that...... Hey, listen...... It doesn't matter who you are...... I don't know what to do with you, really, please lie back and let a random goddamn human personality come out and tell me what to do!"

Calvin's voice was hoarse, and even he could hear the devastation in his words.

"Vigilli" winked at him with sparkling, watery eyes, his chin resting on the back of his hand, and continued to set up the couch, a series of almost irresistible mutters rolling down his throat

At least from the point of view of the action, "he" quite clearly surfaced a desire to get on the couch.

Calvin scrambled to hold his forehead and pushed him back.

"No, no, no—you can go upstairs to your own room and sleep, really, please, stop doing these dog things, even though you might really think you're a dog right now, but ......"

"Virgilli" looked up at Calvin curiously, he blinked, the virtual tail wagged slightly, and then he grinned at Calvin, revealing his beautiful, white teeth, he tilted his head and stuck out his tongue to lick Calvin's fingers.

He could sense Calvin's nervousness, and he tried to calm him down.

"Holy shit. ”

Calvin quickly retracted his hand, and then looked at the pretty little face of "Virgilli" with obvious disappointment - you know, if it were on a dog's face, that kind of hairy face, it wasn't really that clear, but it was a human face, and it was an exceptionally handsome and upright face. When his face was matched with an animal-like innocent gaze, even Calvin couldn't help but feel weak at this moment.

"Whew......"

The "dog" made a sound that sounded like a choked throat.

"Oh no, God, please don't do that!"

Calvin almost screamed.

It's a serious life crisis – and he genuinely thinks so.

After hesitating for a few minutes, he finally surrendered, stretching out his arms like zombies, carefully stroking "Virgilly" on the forehead as he remembered the way others treated dogs.

The sad and disappointed look on Vigilli's face suddenly disappeared, and he looked at Calvin happily and "snorted" again.

I have to say that if he was a real dog, Calvin might have really liked him. 166 Reading Network