I can hear my dog's inner thoughts. While walking him, I suddenly heard: "Mom! Mom! Mom! Say the dog's name quickly!" I yelled, "Buddy!" Buddy turned around to look at me. And turning with him was a gorgeous blonde guy. 01 At the beginning of the year, I visited a pet-friendly temple to pray for wealth. The monk suddenly grabbed my arm. "Miss, you don't need to pray for money. Your fortune has already arrived." I cleaned out my ear, utterly skeptical. The monk explained, "You are destined for romance, and that romance is your wealth." Twenty-five years of being single. I always thought I was the main character, the lone wolf. So I bowed to the monk and said, "No, thanks. I prefer to believe I control my own destiny, not fate." After leaving the temple, something even stranger happened. A voice, seemingly from nowhere, echoed in my mind. "Mom won't date, and Mom won't find the dog a girlfriend either. But Mom gives the dog food, so Mom is good and bad at the same time." I looked down. Sure enough, Buddy was looking at me suspiciously. I tentatively held my phone to my ear and asked, "Oh, they want me to take Buddy to be neutered? Today?" Buddy always resisted going to the vet. Even now, hearing the word 'vet' would send him running away from me. This time was no exception. Even on a leash, Buddy lunged forward desperately. "Mom must not take the dog to lose his balls! The dog still needs to sniff little Belle's butt next door!" After confirming that I could actually hear Buddy’s thoughts, I bowed again toward the temple. Then, unable to argue with Buddy, I let him pull me along. It was hard to tell who was walking whom. After a few minutes of running, Buddy suddenly stopped. I heard again: "Mom! Mom! Mom! Say the dog's name quickly!" I didn't understand, but I did as I was told. "Buddy." "Mom, louder! The dog can't hear you." ... Ugh! This little menace! Furious, I yelled out, "BUDDY!" Buddy finally turned around. And turning with him was a blonde heartthrob up ahead. When I saw his face, I was slightly stunned. He saw me, a look of surprise flashing across his face. He actually walked toward me. His voice was intense: "I don't know how you found out my nickname, but you'd better not tell anyone." "If I find out one other person knows I'm called Buddy, I'll make you regret it." Buddy chimed in: "The dog knows, but the dog isn't a person." I looked at the handsome man, slightly embarrassed. "Maybe you should get up first? Stop kneeling on the sidewalk." I had no idea what happened, but he had just suddenly dropped to his knees. After much persuasion, he finally stood up. Then, to ensure my silence, he added me on social media. Was all that really necessary? His retreating steps were a little clumsy. Maybe he'd been kneeling for too long. For some reason, he looked vaguely familiar. A gentle panting sigh reached my ear again. "Mom, the dog told you, if you ask someone for help, you need the right attitude. The dog used its head to hit his knees. The dog is awesome and protected Mom." Huh? I finally realized. It wasn't that he wanted to kneel; he was physically forced. 02 When I got home after walking the dog, it was dinner time. Mrs. Lee and Mr. Perry from next door invited me to eat with them. It wasn't the first time. I took the fruit I'd just bought and headed over. But the door opened surprisingly fast today. I heard Buddy's voice again, sounding absolutely lecherous: "Little Belle." "Little Belle, tee hee, Buddy the big brother is here to see you~" Sometimes, I really want to smack him. If I'd known my dog was a lecherous old man inside, I still probably would have chosen him. I'm a sucker for a pretty face (or snout). And then. I keenly caught a murmured thought: "Little Belle says her daddy is home today." Daddy? Mr. Perry? He's always home, isn't he? I was completely zoning out when a snap of fingers brought me back to reality. Standing in front of me was the blonde heartthrob who had knelt before me earlier. He was wearing an apron, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He had total "husband material" energy. I swallowed. Buddy next to me barked aggressively: "It's Daddy," Huh? He continued: "It's Little Belle's daddy. He's Little Belle's daddy!" I blurted out. "Daddy?" Our eyes locked. The handsome guy froze, a faint blush staining his cheeks. Mr. Perry, who had just arrived at the door, paused and cleared his throat awkwardly, looking at both of us. "You two know each other?" More barks came from below—it was Little Belle's voice. "Daddy!" "It's my daddy!" She wagged her tail excitedly. I looked at the handsome guy, then at Little Belle, desperate to turn and run. Mrs. Lee quickly pushed Mr. Perry forward. Luckily, Mr. Perry reacted fast, grabbing my hand. "Good job, good job! I've always wanted a daughter." I sniffled and followed them inside. I almost left their biological son outside the door. 03 At the dinner table. I chatted enthusiastically with Mrs. Lee and Mr. Perry. Mrs. Lee frequently instructed her son to serve me food. "The tenderest piece goes to Hannah." "Go on, don't just stand there. Get my good daughter another bowl of soup." "Here, grab a slice of meat. Hannah likes the marbled kind." By the end of the meal, I realized I had so many preferences I hadn't even known about. I couldn't help but admire Mrs. Lee's keen observation skills. As for her son? He was practically a robot. When Mrs. Lee pulled out the photo album after dinner to reminisce, I never would have guessed that the little chubby kid in the pictures had turned into the striking blonde guy sitting across from me. In the photo, I was graduating from high school. The chubby kid was Ethan Perry. He had just finished middle school, and his parents were sending him abroad for school. In my memory, Ethan was a small, pale, chubby boy, a head shorter than me, and usually quiet. Even taking the photo was awkward. Mrs. Lee had to push him forward: "Ethan, hurry up and pose with your big sister." Our two families had known each other for over ten years. I heard his parents say that Ethan might not come back after finishing his studies. I felt a little down and threw an arm around his shoulder. Looking back at the frozen moment now, Ethan looked utterly helpless, his face full of embarrassment. Just like now. "Mom, why are you bringing out these pictures?" Ethan complained, his expression sour. His cheek looked bruised, slightly caved in. He thought no one was looking, but his palm was pressed down on a photo. I had already seen it. It was a picture of him in diapers. Tiny. And very cute. I couldn't help but chuckle. He caught my eye, turned, and glared at me. "Stop staring." "Stare one more time, and I'll take your eyes out." His voice was slightly louder when he said this, causing Buddy to immediately start growling and mumbling insults. "Who do you think you're talking to, you punk?" "Dare to threaten my mom? You're asking for trouble. The dog is only three, but it has plenty of strength and tricks up its sleeve!" Barking, he latched onto Ethan's pant leg. Protecting the mother at all costs. Little Belle whined, putting a paw on Buddy, trying to mediate: "Forget it, forget it. It's tough for everyone." "Don't bite my daddy~" Seeing Buddy wasn't letting go, I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and scolded, "Buddy, apologize immediately!" I deliberately emphasized my distaste for such aggressive behavior. The next second, the man in front of me spoke first. "I'm sorry." I stared blankly at the man, who quickly turned his head away after speaking. Wait, is this right? I felt like a circuit breaker had tripped in my head. Ethan sighed, knelt down, and rubbed Buddy's head. "I didn't mean to yell at your mom." "But you did the right thing. Next time, your big brother will buy you treats, okay?" Buddy bared his teeth, reminding him, "Not big brother, Uncle." I looked in the mirror and saw the hair on top of my head had been ruffled into a garlic bulb shape. I secretly barked low: "Mommy-Sauce, speak up for me! Speak up for me!" I wanted to say something, extending my hand to signal Ethan to stand up, but he misinterpreted it as me wanting to pull him up and took my hand. His palm was warm. He didn't rush to stand. Suddenly, he raised his beautiful eyes to look at me, his tone shifting. "I already apologized. What else do you want?" I honestly didn't expect things to progress like this. I was flustered, my cheeks burning. My mouth was a mess of words. "No." "I was just calling Buddy... I wasn't talking about you." "I was just calling Buddy," he said, sounding a little wronged. Forget it. The more I explained, the messier it got. 04 Actually, the name Buddy and I have a long history. The day I dropped Ethan off at the airport, I was actually quite sad, but I couldn't cry. It might be hard to imagine. But when a little white marshmallow of a boy is in front of you, snot running down his face, throwing a tantrum, you can't help but stifle a laugh. He was bossy even at that young age, sobbing as he waved goodbye: "I'm Sister's only Buddy, right?" I stroked his head and affirmed repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes." But he didn't know I was a people-pleaser. After seven, eight, nine, ten dinners, Ethan finally started acting like Mrs. Lee and Mr. Perry's son! Well, not entirely. Today, I was shopping with him at the supermarket. The lady on the first floor recognized me. "Isn't that Hannah?" Seeing Ethan next to me, she was both surprised and delighted, her eyes sparkling with gossip. "Your boyfriend?" Without waiting for me to confirm or deny, the lady immediately started gushing. "No wonder I haven't seen you dating anyone! You were waiting for this tall, handsome young man. Our Hannah has good taste!" I looked at the man next to me, who acted completely indifferent, and sighed loudly. Trust a man, and the sun rises in the west. I quickly waved my hands. "Auntie, he's not my boyfriend. He's Mr. Perry's son." "The real, biological son." Ethan was slightly nudged by my words and slowly confirmed with an "Mmm." But the lady was thrilled, grabbing both of our hands. "That's even better!" "Making it a family affair!" What on earth is she talking about!? She even stacked our hands together. I chuckled awkwardly. "Auntie, the discount section is starting soon. Aren't you going to check it out?" Auntie looked reluctant but bolted away. Our hands were still stacked together. I quietly pulled my hand away. A moment later, he said abruptly, "Thank you." I was completely confused. I simply replied, "You're welcome." Later, as he was grabbing some groceries, his hand, resting on the shopping cart, accidentally touched mine. I tried to pull my hand away, but this kid had the strength of an ox. I couldn't get it back no matter how hard I tried. Finally, I 'casually' stepped on his foot. Only then did he casually notice, saying sarcastically, "Oh, was your hand down there the whole time? It's small, cold, and hard. I didn't notice." I didn't notice~ Ugh. So. I stepped on his foot again. 05 Ethan's cooking skills were genuinely excellent, leading me to suspect he didn't study art abroad but culinary arts. I went to help him in the kitchen. At first, neither of us spoke. The atmosphere was incredibly awkward. I started making forced small talk. "Little Brother, how long are you planning to stay in the country?" Ethan glanced at me, poker-faced. "Depends on my mood." He added, "Big Sister!" "Oh." "Did you date anyone abroad? I heard there are a lot of beautiful women at your school." As if annoyed by the question, he stopped washing dishes and looked straight at me. "What about you? You never met anyone suitable? I heard a lot of guys at your school were asking about you." Aggressive. I scratched my head. "How do you know that?" I had only told Mrs. Lee. He went silent again. After a moment, Ethan bossed me around naturally. "Big Sister, hand me that plate." "Where is it?" I followed his gaze and saw a plate left on top of the fridge. It was a bit high. I couldn't reach it. I tried harder. Still couldn't reach it. Suddenly, an arm reached over me from behind. It was Ethan, using his height advantage to easily grab the plate. I instinctively turned my head, my breath catching. Ethan's lips were barely an inch from my eye. His breath was hot. "Still... still haven't gotten it?" A low murmur brushed past my ear. "Mmm." I froze in place. When people are flustered, they often blurt out nonsense. "All the students at my school are on vacation now." "Oh." "They're not serving teachers at the school cafeteria anymore." "Is that so?" "What do you think I should eat tomorrow?" "Up to you." Completely unhelpful. During the conversation, I heard Buddy's faint barks: "Mommy." "Mommy." "Baby tummy…" They quickly faded away. I almost thought I was hallucinating.
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