A man holding a woman in his arms, and yet this little one is so entranced by the sight?


    Could it be she wishes for him to hold her in the same way?


    L averted her gaze, a glimmer in her eyes, as she looked at Sylvester and shook her head. "Sylvester, I''m hungry."


    Sylvester raised an eyebrow and nced at the couple, silent, then turned his attention to Mildred, his voice turning cold. "Didn''t you hear?"


    Mildred was engrossed in his game, savoring a rare moment of rxation and fun, when he was startled by his master''s sharp voice, leading to his untimely demise in the game. Before he had time to regret his loss, Mildred hurriedly put away his phone and stood up. "Yes, I''ll get it now."


    L tilted her head and let out a little giggle at Mildred, who had no choice but to make a funny face at her to hide his annoyance.


    Caught in the act, when Mildred saw his master looking at him with a cool gaze, he was petrified.


    Without further dy, he went to fetch the food.


    Mildred came back with a te of delicate treats on a ss dish and handed them to L, who took them. Mildred then bowed his head and returned to his game.


    During this time, he had be addicted to this rescue game, ying it whenever he had the chance.


    While L was nibbling on her snacks, she nced at Mildred''s phone screen and raised an eyebrow, remaining silent.


    Goy leaned in. "Mildred, you''re ying this game too?"


    Mildred looked up. "What, you share the same hobby as me?"


    Ignoring his question, Goy asked, "How far have you gotten?"


    The rescue game was divided into three sections: Jungle Showdown, Ocean Showdown, and Snowy Showdown, each with 99 tough levels that were notoriously difficult to clear. Mildred, not wanting to admit hisck of skill to Goy, turned his back on him.


    Goy was met with silence.


    Sylvester, overhearing the conversation, let out a scoff. "Him? How many levels could he possibly clear?"


    A ck line appeared over Mildred''s head, his master''s mockery striking him hard.


    Goy chuckled, looking at Sylvester. "Sir, you''re familiar with this game?"


    It was hard for him to imagine their prestigious master ying games.


    Sylvester pulled L into his arms, leaning back slightly with a nonchnt tone. "The game has some interesting aspects. I looked into it and gave it a try; cleared two of the sections already." He had yet to y the Ocean Showdown.


    Amazed, Mildred''s eyes almost sparkled as he gazed at Sylvester. "Sir, you''re incredible."


    He had not managed to clear a single level since discovering the game, and almost no one in the game world had.


    L, while munching on her food, nced at Sylvester.


    Sylvester looked down, catching L''s eyes on him as she ate, and broke into a smile. "Like watching me that much?"


    Without disputing, L just smiled faintly; who could me her he was handsome. Casually, she held out a piece of candy to Sylvester''s lips.


    Sylvester never ate sweets, but seeing it was fed by his little one, he opened his mouth and bit it, naughtily biting L''s slender finger and even sticking out his tongue to give it a lick. L was speechless.


    Such a dog of a man.


    Truly dog-like.


    As L stared at the moist spot on her finger, Sylvester''s lips curled into a wicked smile, his amber eyes filled with mischief. "What, looking down on your man?"


    His smug expression was practically begging for a punch.


    L pursed her lips, took a piece of paper, and wiped her finger, then threw it away.


    You''re not my man yet.


    Sylvester''s face fell.


    The audience in the standsughed and chatted amiably among themselves.


    None were aware that inside the wildlife park, staff dressed inbat gear and armed with rifles were fully prepped. They sat in big trucks, tethering live cattle and sheep to the back, then drove at high speeds toward the stands.