He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

The girl held the small ceramic spoon entirely in her mouth.

"Ugh, um!!!" The girl spat out all the porridge, sticking out her tongue and panting, quickly rubbing her slightly reddened lips with her fingers, her mouth cracking as if she was about to cry again.

Shirakawa quickly brought the girl a glass of cold water.

The girl hugged the cup and drank the water in one gulp, which made her feel better.

Taking care of children is really a difficult task.

Shirakawa sighed inwardly.

He ladled out another spoonful of porridge, and this time the girl learned her lesson and waited quietly without trying to snatch it.

Shirakawa gently slurped the porridge in the spoon, brought his lips close to test the temperature, found it was just right, and then brought it to the girl's lips.

The girl also gently touched the food with her lips, and only after feeling that it wasn't too hot did she slowly eat it.

And so, Shirakawa continued this action, feeding her tirelessly.

Thinking about it carefully, Aunt Meidu took care of me in the same way this morning.

After switching roles, I can better appreciate Aunt Meidu's selfless care and concern for me.

After Shirakawa finished feeding her a bowl, the girl rubbed her round little belly contentedly.

After eating and drinking his fill, he lay on the bed and clumsily played with his kendama.

Shirakawa also felt pity for her and gently stroked the girl's back.

The girl didn't dodge; instead, she leaned in and felt the touch was very pleasant. She unconsciously let out a burp.

Shirakawa hadn't spent much time with this girl, but he still quite liked the baby girl.

The thought that she might soon return to normal, the hypnotic memories would disappear, she would forget him, and they would become like strangers made him feel a little lost.

When the girl saw Shirakawa looking like this, she suddenly pointed at him and her lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something.

Is this girl about to learn to talk?

Shirakawa was eagerly anticipating what the first word she would utter would be.

Brother, Mom, or Dad? It's better to just call him brother... I don't want to randomly change his generation.

Or perhaps it's something like "thank you," that's also possible.

“Doggy!” the girl blurted out, pointing at Shirakawa.

what?

How did I turn into a dog?

While Shirakawa may not be considered dashing, he is certainly handsome enough not to be compared to an animal.

It's said that children speak without restraint, but this is a bit too much.

"Doggy, doggy." The girl clapped her hands and smiled sweetly.

Shirakawa originally wanted to throw a tantrum to scare the girl, but seeing how happy she was...

Oh well, what can I do? I'm a good person.

It's better to soothe and comfort babies.

"Doggy, doggy."

"Yes, yes, I'm a dog, woof woof woof!" Shirakawa chose to obey.

"Ride the dog, ride the dog!" the girl shouted, clapping her hands.

"Ah, this really won't do, don't push your luck," Shirakawa said with a wry smile.

Good people should be ridden, right?

It was indeed a lot of pressure for Shirakawa to carry her.

"Waaaaah, ride the dog, ride the dog!" The girl wiped her eyes with her delicate little hands, tears welling up in her slightly red and swollen eyes.

Ride, I've let you ride!

After all this back and forth, Shirakawa's affection for the girl had completely vanished; now all he wanted was to get rid of this little devil as soon as possible.

With no other option, Shirakawa knelt on the ground, his hands clasped on the floor.

The girl straddled the bed, her beautiful legs in ripped white stockings dangling on either side of Shirakawa's waist, her small hands clutching Shirakawa's collar.

Shirakawa's outfit still belongs to Jackie.

"Doggy, let's go! Doggy, let's go!" The girl wiggled her hips and squeezed her legs together, urging Shirakawa to hurry up and set off.

Shirakawa felt the girl's panties rubbing against his lower back, and if he looked closely, he could even feel the slight crack...

Forget it, I'd rather not experience it.

The girl's body wasn't very heavy, but because Shirakawa was injured, every step he took was difficult. Also, because of her size, Shirakawa had to work hard to maintain his balance so she wouldn't fall.

"Giddy up, giddy up!" the girl shouted happily.

Shirakawa crawled laboriously around the house, while the girl sat there happily.

After one lap, Shirakawa couldn't take it anymore.

"Um, ha...ha...I can't climb anymore," Shirakawa plopped down on the ground, his legs weak, sweat beading on his forehead, utterly exhausted.

The girl seemed to understand what Shirakawa said, and instead of making things difficult for him, she got off him and went back to play on the bed.

ding dong~

The cell phone rings.

It's not my own phone.

Is it that girl's?

Following the sound, Shirakawa took his phone out of the girl's shirt pocket.

The screen displays messages from two contacts.

Oh no, I almost forgot! The child didn't come home on time, and the family must be worried. I need to get back to them as soon as possible.

The phone also has a fingerprint lock...

Shirakawa coaxed and tricked the girl into pressing her finger on the keypad to unlock the phone.

The girl's name on Line is Xi, and she hasn't filled in any personal information such as her surname.

There are only a handful of contacts, none of whom are even labeled as "Dad" or "Mom".

The first contact I received was labeled "Housekeeper".

It was sent to me shortly after school.

Butler: Miss, I didn't see you at the school gate. Is something wrong?

A housekeeper? Families that can afford a housekeeper must be very wealthy. This girl is probably some kind of rich girl.

Shirakawa typed on the screen, deleting and revising, thinking about how to phrase things. How should the young lady speak to the family's butler?

I have no experience.

Shirakawa can only make a wild guess.

Xi: I'm staying at a classmate's house because of an emergency.

Butler: Can tonight's meeting still be held?

A meeting? A family meeting? It seems her family cares about her quite a bit.

How should I reply this time?

Shirakawa was a little nervous. If his answer was even slightly off and the butler noticed, he would be in big trouble.

If the other party is rich and powerful, things won't end so easily.

Shirakawa hurriedly searched for her past chat history with the butler, but only a few words were recorded.

For example:

Butler: Miss, there's a meeting.

Xi: Okay.

Dinner today.

understood.

It's concise and to the point, but lacks substance.

It would be better to talk to the butler face to face now, or if that doesn't work, use the pocket watch to hypnotize him.

Butler: Miss, are you still there?

The housekeeper couldn't wait any longer; he had been thinking for too long.

After a brief analysis, Shirakawa realized that the girl had regained some consciousness and suddenly asked him to be her dog. Perhaps her persona was that of a domineering and unreasonable rich heiress.

Xi: I don't want to participate today, let's postpone it to tomorrow.