The Male Lead Is a Dog - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I bit the bullet and continued my tally.

“Plus seven essential oil back massages, five deep conditioning treatments, and you chewed up two of my brushes…”

“Woof!”

He interrupted me indignantly, as if accusing me of having poor-quality brushes!

“Fine, fine, the brushes are on me.”

I let go of his tail and lowered my voice to spook him.

“Besides… there have been a lot of dog-catching squads around lately, specifically looking for strays.”

“You’re a solid sixty or seventy pounds. One pot wouldn’t even fit you…”

Laicai’s tail fur puffed out instantly. He pricked up his ears, looking around warily.

Suppressing a laugh, I seized the moment to play my trump card.

“So, why not just stay with me? Room, board, and baths included. It’s better than ending up as dog meat hotpot.”

He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head as he sized me up. He looked tempted.

I quickly pulled an adoption agreement out of the drawer.

“You just need to stamp your print here. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re so handsome, I’d have considered adopting Sangbiao from next door instead…”

The next second, a paw pressed into the ink pad and then firmly onto the signature line.

Suddenly, the screech of tires and a loud crash echoed from outside the shop.

We both turned our heads. Through the glass door, we saw a car had slammed into a fire hydrant on the side of the road.

As luck would have it, that was the exact route Laicai usually took when he left.

His body froze, and his tail tucked between his legs.

Subconsciously, I reached out and stroked his back.

“See? It’s dangerous out there.”

He turned to look at me, his limbs trembling.

Danmu floated across my vision:

[Wait, if the Male Lead doesn’t get into a car accident, how is he supposed to meet the Female Lead? Has the plot changed?]

[Am I still going to see the Male Lead’s forced love for the Female Lead? I heard there are some spicy scenes later…]

[Even so… I couldn’t bear to see the dog get hit…]

I ordered a custom collar for Laicai.

It had my name and phone number on it.

When I slipped it over his neck, his expression was a mix of humiliation and utter resignation.

“Don’t give me that look.”

I stifled a laugh while adjusting the fit.

“You’re my dog now.”

He rolled his eyes, pawed at the collar twice, and finally accepted his fate with great reluctance.

For the first three days at home, he was exceptionally well-behaved.

Of course, considering there was a twenty-eight-year-old man inside, this “good behavior” felt a bit surreal.

On the first morning, I was woken up by the sound of running water in the bathroom.

I rushed in to see Laicai standing on his hind legs like a human, front paws resting on the rim of the toilet, adjusting his posture with a look of grim determination.

“You… need to use the bathroom?” I asked curiously.

He gave me a look that clearly said, “What does it look like?” and pointed his nose toward the door.

I took the hint, backed out, and closed the door.

He doesn’t wear clothes as a dog, yet he still insists on privacy?

Five minutes later, I heard the flush, followed by the sound of paws scratching at the door.

When I opened it, the toilet was spotless, and he walked past me without a single sideways glance.

Danmu:

[Mr. Leng: This damn germaphobia!]

[The pet shop girl really picked up a treasure!]

[Other dogs tear up the house; this dog flushes the toilet.]

At mealtime, I specifically poured out the most expensive dog food, but he just sniffed it and walked away in disgust.

However, when I unwrapped my takeout, he jumped onto the opposite chair and stared longingly at my braised pork ribs.

“This is too salty, you can’t-”

Before I could finish, he hooked a rib toward himself with one paw.

Me: “…”

Fine!

He wasn’t a real dog, after all.

I really wondered how he survived while he was a stray if he was this picky.

Laicai and I lived in peace for three months.

The Danmu mentioned that Laicai would turn back soon, but it didn’t specify under what circumstances.

Was there an incantation?

Or did it have to happen during a moment of crisis?