After becoming a god on earth, I always want to lie down

At dinner, Chris asked, "Why don't you like dogs?"

"Is this important to you?" Yang Yi's tone was slightly sarcastic. "Are you worried that I can't get along with that dog named Charlie?"

"No, honey." Chris stopped his fork and looked at her helplessly, "I just want to understand you, your likes, your dislikes, everything about you! This is very important to me!"

Yang Yi's expression relaxed and she smiled, as if apologizing for her overreaction just now.

"I heard that dogs are animals with clear hierarchy. They flatter their masters and act submissively. They compete with their peers to gain territory and establish their status. They bully those who are weaker than them..." She seemed to have something to say, and suddenly changed her tone. "Have you ever thought that the reason why the dog licked your hand at that time was not to comfort you, but to test whether you were dead so that it could eat your body?"

Chris realized that she had never called Charlie by name throughout the whole process, but only referred to him as "the dog."

"Why do you think so?" Chris was not angry, but puzzled, "Isn't this a preconceived prejudice?"

"Isn't it also a kind of prejudice to think that dogs are kind, docile, and friends? It is a projection of human emotions. In fact, it just regards you as its leader, a powerful, irresistible owner who can continuously provide it with food and shelter." Yang Yi casually forked the steak on the plate. "My dear, the reason why you rose again from decadence is due to yourself. You gave yourself the courage to persevere, not from a dog. You just projected your emotions onto the dog and regarded it as your partner and friend. In fact, it did nothing."

Chris' heart skipped a beat, and a sudden sense of unease sent a chill down his back.

"Just like I was so obsessed with you before, I regarded you as the only colorful and beautiful thing in my gray life, but you didn't know I existed." She smiled, her tone was calm and calm, "I just satisfied myself with unattainable fantasies, projecting my feelings onto a perfect illusion that would never hurt me."

Chris' mouth was dry, and the food on his plate, which had tasted delicious a moment ago, suddenly became tasteless. "So," he said, "what now? Did the real me disappoint you?"

Yang Yi looked at him steadily, then smiled, "No. You are much more real than I thought."

"Real" - she used a neutral adjective instead of comparative words like "better" or "more perfect". Chris was sensitive to this.

"If you don't like Charlie," Chris said, "I'll send him to my mom or sister's house, and they'll both be very welcoming to him."

However, after saying this, he was annoyed with himself for compromising so quickly - he obviously realized that he cared about her too much and was too afraid of losing her. Before she expressed her dissatisfaction, he chose to retreat, and retreated without any bottom line - she hadn't even explained why she hated dogs!

"No need, it has been with you much longer than I have." Yang Yi said indifferently.

This indifference made Chris even more annoyed. He dropped his fork, and it collided with the plate, making a sharp "ding" sound.

Yang Yi looked at him in doubt.

"Yang Yi." He called her by her full name, word by word, "What am I to you? Am I a gem that you couldn't afford before but now has fallen into your hands? Or a luxury item that a poor person buys to make up for his past self after he suddenly becomes rich? Or a little toy that you use to kill time?"

His chest heaved as he looked at her sadly.

His rational mind told him that he was acting too hastily and too aggressively, which would easily trigger her self-protection stress response, and might disgust her, and she would leave him and never come back - but he no longer had time to care about these things. The anxiety and panic, mixed with an inexplicable self-loathing, made him unable to endure it any longer.

Yang Yi was stunned, and was a little angry at first, because he was sensitive enough to see the meanness hidden deep in her heart. Although she didn't think about it deliberately, there was no doubt that she did have this mentality when she first dated him.

But then, a dark sense of pride rose in her heart - ah, he would bring it up like this, doesn't that mean he has already fallen deeply in love? And I am the leader of this relationship! I can dominate everything about him!

When she realized these despicable thoughts, she quickly cut them off.

She pondered for a while and asked, "You want to know why I hate dogs and my past, but I have been avoiding your answers. Is this annoying you?"

"I confessed everything to you, but you kept wrapping yourself up tightly! I've taken 99 steps forward, but you're so stingy that you refuse to take even one step..." Chris' tone was excited, and this was already the result of extreme restraint.

At this moment, he inappropriately thought of his ex-girlfriend Deborah. Before they broke up, she cried and accused him of being heartless. At that time, she had completely fallen in love with that relationship. She decided to give everything for him: career, the rest of her life, and even her life. However, he only had a superficial liking for that relationship and turned a blind eye to her anxiety, uneasiness, and panic. He never really invested in her.

How much he resembles Deborah now!

His words stopped abruptly, and looking at the girl across the table, he suddenly closed his mouth.

She looked so fragile, her face as dull as usual.

From his infinite love, he suddenly felt a little hatred, hating her indifference at the moment.

"Okay, I'll tell you why I hate dogs."

After an unknown amount of time, Yang Yi finally spoke. She leaned back in her chair with her arms around her chest.

This was an unconscious self-defense action - Chris suddenly analyzed it subconsciously in the midst of his intense emotions.

Yang Yi's expression was calm, but before he could finish his words, his breathing became a little disordered: "When I was a child, I was tied to a doghouse, kept company with dogs, competed with dogs for food, and was treated like a dog - no, even worse than a dog. At least that big yellow dog could eat the leftovers of humans first, while I could only eat the leftovers of dogs - this is why I hate dogs."

Chris stood there in a daze, as if he had been hit by a stick.

His Adam's apple moved up and down a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Yes, if it was a good memory, why would she keep avoiding the question? She even told you about the time when she used to eat grass sprouts in the ditch as a snack, as if it was a fun thing. Why did you want to reveal her scars? Was it to pry into her privacy? Did you really want to know about her past? Or did you want to win back a game in the emotional battlefield where you were already at a disadvantage?

"Is this enough?" Yang Yi's eyes were steady, but there was a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "I have a more embarrassing past. Do you want to hear it?"

Their eyes met, and they looked into each other's eyes silently for a long time.

"Okay, Chris," Yang Yi compromised first this time. She pulled out a chair, came to Chris, held his face and said softly, "Look at your expression. You're about to break!"

Chris put his arm around her waist and held her on his lap like a fragile treasure. "I'm sorry, really... I, I'm such a jerk!" he said incoherently.

"No, Chris, you are the best gift this boring world has given me." Yang Yi buried her head in the crook of his neck, smelling the fresh citrus scent on his body, feeling the strong heartbeat in his chest, and felt very calm inside.

Chris hugged her like he was hugging the whole world.

They stayed like this, leaning against each other for a long, long time, so long that they forgot the passage of time.

"Come on! I'll take you to a place!" Yang Yi said suddenly.