With one paw print, the Little Golden Dragon finished signing, still a bit jittery and uneasy. It didn't know why, but it kept feeling a little restless. It worked hard to shake its pee pouch, shook off that unease, then sprang up onto Ji You's head, its little feet treading on her strands of hair as a toy, and said, "D‑… damned woman, since the day I, Heavenly Dog, was born, I have never signed a contract with any species. You… you actually pulled it off!"
Listening to this tough-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside act, Ji You was amused inside, but kept her face stern and said, "You damned Mecha, again and again you don't trust me. Even a clear-as-day contract in black and white, you still don't trust it? Then…"
Ji You paused slightly, her whole aura flipping, her dark eyes sinking a little: "You're getting off my head. Now."
