[HP] S·M event book

No.27 Um... a certain creature. (4)

When Saila woke up the next day, she habitually fished under her body, and without any accidents, she took out a small thing and put it on the pillow—this was their experience of getting along during this time.

It was strange that she didn't hear a sharp hissing sound this morning, so she opened her eyes and looked around suspiciously—Little Jerry was curled up on the pillow, motionless.

Sera was terrified, and quickly poked it to wake it up, "Are you sick?!"

It opened its eyes weakly, dying. It seemed that it wanted to turn over and ignore it, but in the end it rolled down the pillow uncontrollably, and then it didn't even have the strength to get up.

He looked sick, and Sera thought it might have caught the cold from last night's commotion.She was sad, blamed herself, and even despaired—she had almost forgotten that she was a pet killer.It seemed to her that little Jerry was dead.

Sera picked it up carefully, weeping heavily and sobbing, "You...are you going to die too? Why?"

Little Jerry rolled his eyes and turned his head to the other side, determined not to look at this maddening stupid face any more.

But this action has another meaning in Sara's eyes—the poor little guy has rolled his eyes sickly.She let herself go even more, crying loudly.

After a while, Sierra stood up abruptly, and rushed out of the room with it in her arms.

"...don't die, only you are with me...I'll take you to see a doctor, don't die..."

Sira was sobbing as she ran, her voice broken and broken.She took it to a pet hospital, and the veterinarian said it had a fever, so Sara watched in pain as he didn't even bark, and got a shot in his furry buttocks.After the veterinarian repeatedly explained that it would not die, Saila insisted on buying some medicine and took it home.

She put it on the bed, covered its small body with a quilt, blew the prepared medicine to cool, and then tried to give it to its mouth, but it was not good even when it was sick—it refused to take the medicine.

"Okay, okay, don't eat it, I'll put it aside to cool." Saila said, the veterinarian also said that it was fine, and she insisted on buying this medicine. "But if you are not well tomorrow, you must take medicine."

So for a whole day, Saila took care of the little patient meticulously, as long as it kicked off the quilt when it fell asleep, she would quickly cover it again, or when she prepared the water and food, as long as it looked at someone, Saila sent it to its mouth bluntly.Just a small sneeze from it would make Sierra restless for a long time.

At night, Sierra lay on the side of the bed in a daze, stroking Jerry once and for all, "Get well soon... I will never bully you again..."

The voice was intermittent, like raving.

After the night, there seemed to be some tension between them, at least Jerry didn't grin at her anymore, and just looked at her with contempt and disdain often-except in the shower.

This kind of progress lifted Saila's spirits, and she felt like seeing the bright moon through the clouds and mists.She flattered the only friend who accompanied her even more.

But people have a bad root - greedy.Once the signs of peace arise, Saila looks forward to friendship and mutual assistance, and delusions of going directly to qualitative changes beyond quantitative changes.

Sara has recently become envious of the aunt next door and her dog.

Every time they passed by her yard, they could be seen playing a game of frisbee-this is Sierra's dream, and she even planned to use cookies instead of frisbee.This is conducive to stimulating the enthusiasm of pets.

Sierra started to buy all kinds of biscuits, and she still knew how to train them. First, she fed them to Jerry one by one, and then observed them secretly.If it spits it out, it means it doesn’t like it. If it eats the second piece, then it’s pending. If it eats the third piece, it means there’s something going on. After a few days like this, Saila finally finalized a coffee-flavored biscuit ——Little Jerry ate up the whole package yesterday!

Sierra prepared enough biscuits, sat in front of little Jerry to lure him, and when he noticed her, he immediately gave her a flattering smile, which was so silly that Jerry gave her a merciless She looked contemptuously, then wagged her tail and raised her proud chin to eat the biscuit in her hand.Sara was overjoyed, and then fed it a lot.

She reckoned that the time should be about the same. If it is full, today's efforts will be in vain, and maybe tomorrow it will no longer be interested in coffee biscuits, and then it will have to spend time and thought.

So Saila quickly threw out the biscuit the moment Jerry opened his mouth, not too close or far away, neither to make him lazy to run, nor to let him eat it with his head down.

Jerry Jerry looked at the biscuit, then looked back at her suspiciously.

Saila threw out a few more pieces, but it still curled up on the carpet and ignored it, but its tail gradually stopped moving, and it narrowed its eyes slightly to look at it.

Serra looked back at it expectantly.

Now he knew what she meant—for all his hair stood on end, and he arched his back and neighed at her.This voice Saila is both familiar and unfamiliar, because the frequency of its appearance recently is too low.

But why is it showing up again now?

Saila couldn't help but flinched, and moved back calmly, "I... I just trembled."

Then it jumped up violently, and before she could react, it threw itself on her arm and bit hard.

The somewhat shaky peaceful relationship that had initially been established suddenly collapsed.

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For the next week, Sierra and Jerry got along like enemies—albeit one-sided.

Sara is almost desperate for their relationship. Little Jerry often stares at her with eyes that want to cut her to pieces. Sara will often wake up when she sleeps at night, and then finds that his eyes are wide open. Staring at her all the time gave her the creeps, and if it was a person, Sela thought her head might not be on her neck anymore.Sometimes even when Sara was sleeping, she suddenly let out a high-pitched cry, and would not close her eyes with satisfaction until she was awakened.

Sierra was nearly tormented with a nervous breakdown, but she still hadn't thought of throwing it away, so she was still dying.

"Please," Sara said sadly, "please don't do this, I can't take it any longer."

Little Jerry basked in the sun leisurely, wagging his tail from time to time, without looking at him.

Saila sighed, and she hugged it into her arms, "You can do whatever you want, can you do whatever you want? I will never think about it again." It should be said that she had no hope for its obedience.

It reacted now, and gave her a look like a charity, and she immediately sat upright, showing her seriousness.It tilted its head and thought for a while, then pulled the pink bow around its neck with its right paw.

"...don't want to wear this?" Sera guessed carefully—she hoped she was wrong.

It nods.

So Saila struggled for a long time, and took off the bow tie with grief, as if a piece of meat had been cut off.She whispered: "It's obviously very cute."

Jerry chose to ignore its words, it raised its left paw again, and raised its chin at her.

There was only a thin chain on it, and Sera immediately understood what it meant, and quickly shook her head, "This won't work, you will run away!"

Then she seemed to hear a slight snort, and when she took a closer look, the little guy turned his head away again, unable to coax him back no matter how hard he tried,

"I'm sorry." Saila rubbed its head guiltily, "I know you don't like me, if I let you go, you will run away... Anyway, you didn't have a master before, didn't you? Even if I did, I wouldn't take it away You give him back...at least during this vacation. What's wrong with me including food and lodging? Although I sleep badly and sometimes I am a little impulsive, but other than that, I should treat you well Yes. School will start in half a month, and then I will let you go, okay?"

Little Jerry shook his ears and ignored her.

It's useless to move with reason, then only understand with emotion.So Saila went on to say: "I like you very much, can't you stay with me? You are the only one in this house besides me. I don't dare to go out at will. Those neighbors always ask about my parents. I don't even know how to answer. It's scary to be alone in this house. When I start school, I will leave this place to you, and I will prepare food for you. Don't you like to eat that coffee biscuit? I will say more I will buy some. I will also open the windows, although there are anti-theft racks, but with your figure, you can get out, and if you want to leave, you can stay as you please... I hope you remember to close the windows when you leave. "

While Sara was waiting anxiously and expectantly, the little guy finally reacted. It jumped out of her embrace and walked a few steps until the chain stretched straight, then glared angrily at the dazed Sira.

She reacted immediately, stood up and followed it.

They came to a closed door.

Saila stared blankly at the door, and then looked at Jerry with some doubts, "What's wrong?"

It stood up straight, stretched out its paw and patted on the door.

"Do you want to go in?"

Seemingly guessing right, Saila saw it licking her paw with satisfaction, as if the slap just now hurt it.

Saila pursed her lips, staring fixedly at the silver-white doorknob. The detailed carvings on it were almost engraved in her heart. She covered it with her hands hesitantly, and did not make any further movements for a long time.

The heartbeat gradually became faster, and the blood gradually condensed together with the heartbeat, and the feeling of suffocation made the blood on her face gradually fade.

She let go of her hand abruptly, and took a big step back involuntarily, as if she was facing a giant monster with its bloody mouth wide open in front of her. In a panic, Sara picked up Jerry and rushed to her room, closing the door and locking it behind her.

Saila climbed onto the bed and got into the bed in a suspended motion, her body trembling uncontrollably, and the sound of panting lingered in the silent room. She stared at Jerry unfocused, and under his surprised and puzzled gaze, pulled out A weird, coaxing smile came.

"Listen, after I'm gone, you can visit anywhere in this house, but you can't enter that room? Do you understand? You can never step in!"

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