Sensing Tan You's momentary emotional fluctuation, the little milk dog, who had been gleefully running around, paused. 'Dimples weren't an option in this lottery. I'll add them next time, so the host doesn't keep longing for them.'
After muttering a few words, a stream of data flowed around the little milk dog's body. In just a couple of breaths, it was off again, chasing sparrows into the distance.
Tan You had no idea the little milk dog had already set up a backdoor for her; she was currently chatting with her roommates. She didn't intend to get overly chummy with everyone, but she wouldn't be too cold, either. There was no harm in keeping up with what her classmates were doing.
From what she could tell, all these girls had good personalities. Even Chen Ting, who looked a little short-tempered, was actually a cheerful and outspoken person who loved to talk and laugh. That was a relief. Living in the same dorm, everyone would feel uncomfortable if there was a troublemaker.
