The little wolf-dog snuggled into Li Yu's arms, rubbing back and forth. Seeing this, Li Yu took out a blanket from behind and placed it underneath.
The little wolf-dog rubbed forcefully into Li Yu's arms twice more, then let out a couple of whiny howls before settling down and no longer moving.
Li Yu stroked the small wolf-dog, feeling its warmth and the fuzzy sensation.
His heart was calm. He hadn't originally planned on rescuing that wolf-dog, nor did he think about adopting these three little ones.
But as he turned his head and locked eyes with the wolf-dog, he who was usually cold and ruthless, felt somewhat moved inside.
It wasn't until after he had rescued these three puppies and they huddled at his feet that he wanted to take them in.
Well, what's saved is saved.
In this apocalyptic world, sometimes, animals are more grateful than humans, more loyal than humans.
