Kloer kicked the door open, dropping the fox he was carrying and the small dog slung over his shoulder onto the floor.
"Alright." He clapped his hands and said to the little Mixed Breed following behind him, "It'll be a while before they wake up. I'll help you move your stuff over first."
Gu Ning watched him toss them onto the hard floor and pointed at the sofa in the living room.
Kloer tutted. "Their fur is so thick, they could lie in the snow for a day and not freeze to death."
Gu Ning decided to do it herself, moving to pick up Barto first.
But she hadn't expected the little fox, who was only half her height, to be so surprisingly heavy. She had just struggled to lift him when Kloer plucked Barto from her hands, tossed the little fox effortlessly onto the sofa, and then grabbed Cook by the scruff of his neck and threw him over as well.
