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Calvin couldn't remember when he fell asleep.

The medicine Fogg gave him contained a certain amount of sleeping ingredients, and after getting rid of the extreme tension, he was almost completely unable to resist the attack of the Sandman—even if there was a humanoid "dog" squatting next to him.

He didn't know how long he had slept, anyway, when he woke up again, the light slanted into the living room from the window was bright golden yellow.The temperature was a little high, and Calvin felt some sweat on his back.Other than that, everything is pretty good. The high-end sofa in Vigilie’s house is far more comfortable than his old and uneven bed. Of course, the most important thing is that he hasn’t slept so deeply for a long time—just like everyone else. Like a person with a tragic childhood shadow, Calvin's sleep is always filled with all kinds of nightmares. When he wakes up, he doesn't remember them, but the fatigue brought by the nightmares does not follow the next day. The sun comes and disappears.

And his sleep at Vigili's house was almost perfect, without dreams, without tossing and turning, he slept like a dead person... However, it was precisely because of this that it took him a while to realize that there were more than one person on the sofa. There is him alone.

"Oh no……"

As if slowly rising from the deep sea, Calvin's soul slowly returned to his body.

A hot and solid body weighed heavily on Calvin's legs. He tried to pull his legs out, but he couldn't move them at all.

Calvin rubbed his eyes and looked towards his feet, and saw Virgil was curled up on the other side of the sofa, his face pressed against Calvin's instep, and the sound of warm breathing made Calvin's feet tingle .His arms were wrapped tightly around Calvin's calf, while his legs were wrapped around the latter's waist, and he clamped Calvin so tightly that Calvin's legs were in the middle of the night. During sleep, he felt sore and numb due to the blocked blood flow—probably because of this, after several attempts, Calvin still couldn't get out of this damned awkward position.

"hey-hey!"

Calvin tries to wake Virgil.

But Vigilie seemed to be sleeping more deeply than him. He uttered a few mumbled murmurs, and then rubbed his cheeks against Calvin's feet. He wrapped the awkward and extremely stiff ex-angel around him. Tighter.

"Wake up, God... Virgil? Fogg?... Dog? Dog?" In this tight posture, Calvin could clearly feel the temperature from Virgil's body, this weird, let The crazy multiple personality patient has an amazingly tall and strong body, perhaps because of his metabolism, his body temperature is very high, and the faint sweat smell on his body has a musky smell, Calvin thinks it may be some kind of advanced Perfume, anyway it made Virgili smell good even when he wasn't showering.

Well, at this point he actually started to think about Virgili's perfume - everything is enough to show Calvin's confusion at this moment.

He could hardly remember the last time he had such close contact with another human being, but no matter what, it was really not a pleasant thing to be entangled with such a guy full of male hormones.

Calvin struggled to tear himself out of Virgil's arms.

He reluctantly raised his numb foot, which seemed to be electrified, and kicked the guy lightly.

"Wake up! Damn—"

"Ow..."

Finally, with Calvin's efforts, Virgil finally woke up.

Calvin looked expectantly at his sleepy face.

"Vigily?!"

He cried longingly, looking forward to seeing a human being who had finally returned from his "dog" personality after his sleep.

"Wang Wang-"

However, God is still not on his side today. After waking up, "Vigily" jumped up, and then changed his posture and lay on Calvin's body.

"&...@#￥!"

Calvin's face was livid, and he cursed.

"Vigily" immediately gave him a puzzled look, eyes widening.

"No, no, I'm not scolding you."

Calvin immediately comforted him.

"Vigily" rubbed against his chest, he stared at Calvin so focused and purely, those green pupils were almost like mint syrup, almost dripping down with sweetness.Calvin didn't know why he blushed a little.

He's not used to having anyone look at him like that - not even Virgili -

But the one lying on top of him now is indeed not Virgili in a certain sense.

Calvin sighed deeply, in agony.

"I really don't know why God did this to me."

He muttered, coaxing "Vigily" to jump off the sofa with difficulty.He tried his best not to watch "Vigily" do canine behavior in human form, but to focus on his numbing legs.

It took about 10 minutes before he was able to stand on the ground, with every muscle in his body protesting against him - yet by this time, "Virgely" was agile and happily running around the living room up.

Of course, the current appearance of "Vigily" still made Calvin feel extremely weird and embarrassed, and he once again prayed that Virgilie or Fogg could return to this body as soon as possible.Then Calvin looked at his phone and found that it was already afternoon... He subconsciously opened the address book to look for missed calls - the display there was zero.From the time he was kicked out of the car to now, Isaac didn't call him at all, this realization made Calvin frowned unconsciously.

It seems that his dear brother is really, really mad this time.

Calvin stretched out his hand and gently pushed away the "Virgili" who was trying to be coquettish to him, and the latter licked his hand again.

"Hey, don't do that!"

Calvin was startled by the wet, warm feeling of a human tongue, jumping up like a frightened little girl.

"Vigily"'s saliva stuck to his palm stickily.

-

There was a bathroom next to the living room, and Calvin rushed in. He turned on the faucet to rinse the saliva belonging to another person, and at this moment, he saw a red spot in the center of the palm of his right hand in the water.

Calvin turned off the water, put his palms in front of his eyes and looked.

It was a red spot with a diameter of about one centimeter, as if someone touched his palm lightly with a finger dipped in lipstick. It was not raised, and it was neither painful nor itchy.

He touched the red dot with his left hand, and then found the same thing on the palm of his left hand.

Calvin turned on the faucet again, and he rubbed his palms with hand sanitizer, but the two red spots still stubbornly stayed on his skin.

It might be a bug, or it might be a bruise.

Calvin thought.

Some very, very vague imprints quickly passed through his brain, and Calvin was in a trance for a while, but he quickly came back to his senses.

He didn't take this matter too seriously, after all, there was a rich man who turned into a dog outside the bathroom, and the throbbing pain in his own stomach was reminding him that his body was starving.

-

Calvin didn't have anything in Virgil's refrigerator, and the only spoils of his kitchen scouring was an exquisite-looking dog bowl, a beautiful piece of ceramic, with a round puppy paw on the bottom of the bowl. printing.And his other trophy is a dog leash that looks a little old.

Unlike the cheerful style of the dog food bowl, this dog leash is made of dull black leather, and the hardware part is quite thick and strong. It looks less like a dog leash and more like a What a real beast on a leash.The dog leash had been used, and in the middle of the collar was a very simple metal plate with the words "Messer" engraved on it.

Calvin couldn't help but take another look at the nameplate.

"Moser?"

He whispered the word.

"Wang Wang Wang-"

Immediately afterwards, he was almost thrown to the ground by "Vigily".

"Wow woof! woof woof—"

Different from the gentle cry before, the cry of "Vigily" appeared excited and high-pitched at this moment.Calvin had to put his hands on his shoulders to force him to calm down a little.

"Hey, hey, listen, buddy, listen," Calvin kept repeating, picking up the leash, "So... 'Messer'? Is that your name?"

he asked.

Moses' joy almost seeped out of his pores.

Calvin rubbed his temples and put the leash aside.

"At least I know your name now."

He said with a deadpan expression, with what he thought was a coldness - yet even a dog could clearly see the tenderness in his eyes - more candid and thicker tenderness than he could bet on any human being .

It can be said that this is the look that only Moses can enjoy.

Moses groaned a few times, raised and lowered his hands on the ground alternately, and raised his head high.

"...I wish your other good friends would have some food in the refrigerator," Calvin said to Mercer, and he glanced at the dog food bowl. "And I sincerely hope you don't need to eat dog food."

Moses put his head on Calvin's hand.