First, then, love.

Life returned to its peaceful routine.

Since the dog was diagnosed with joint degeneration, treating the dog and giving it physical therapy has become an important and unwavering part of the family's routine.

Downtown, "Pet Love" Animal Hospital, constant temperature spa.

The pool was filled with warm water, and several yellow toy balls were floating on the surface.

The God of War was wearing a custom-made, yet eye-catching, fluorescent yellow life jacket.

The massive black body was tightly bound, making it look somewhat comical.

It looks like... a can of yellow peaches.

It lay on the non-slip tiles by the pool, its claws gripping the ground like suction cups, refusing to move an inch forward.

Retired police dogs are fearless and have even dared to pounce on and bite knife-wielding criminals.

But he's afraid of water.

"a shame."

He Zheng was wearing a black sports vest and shorts, with flip-flops on his feet.

Standing by the pool, holding the traction rope of the God of War, his arm muscles tensed, he pulled hard into the water.

"Woof..." The God of War let out a pitiful whimper, his massive body falling backward with all his might, his eyes staring in terror at the pool of warm water as if it were venom.

Shu Yao sat on a nearby bench, holding a cup of iced coffee, frantically recording videos with her phone, laughing uncontrollably.

"He Zheng, stop pulling it! Look, you've squeezed its eyes so hard they're turning white."

"It's a bad habit I've developed. The doctor said it needs hydrotherapy. I even bought it a yearly membership."

He Zheng's brows furrowed into a tight knot, his patience completely gone.

Just as I was struggling with the dog, the glass door to the spa room was pushed open.

A young woman wearing tight yoga pants and exquisite makeup walked in, leading a blond man with flowing hair.

The moment the woman entered the room, her gaze immediately locked onto He Zheng.

The black sports vest was soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to the skin, revealing broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and smooth muscle lines.

Big hands and big feet, gray shorts...it really shows off her figure.

Male hormones are surging.

The woman's eyes lit up instantly.

She deliberately tidied her hair and led the golden retriever over.

"Oh dear, is your dog afraid of going into the water?"

The woman's voice was sweet and delicate; she didn't even notice Shu Yao sitting in the corner drinking coffee.

"..."

"My Leo loves water; he's a swimming champion. Would you like me to let him take care of it?"

As the woman spoke, her eyes were fixed on He Zheng's pectoral muscles. "Handsome, do you work out often? Do you also live in this neighborhood? How about we add each other on WeChat to exchange dog-raising tips?"

He Zheng then realized that the woman was talking to him.

I thought this woman was talking to the God of War.

Without turning his head, he continued to pull on the leash of the War God dog and said to the dog, "Get out of the way, a good dog doesn't block the way."

"..."

The woman's face stiffened, and the smile shifted to Shu Yao's face.

The golden retriever she was leading, usually pampered and spoiled, immediately came closer when it saw the God of War trembling and cowering like this.

Wagging its tail and proudly raising its chin, it barked at the God of War.

Provocation, blatant provocation.

Although the God of War has difficulty walking and is afraid of water, deep down he is a decorated police dog who has been on the battlefield and bitten drug dealers.

Now, provoked by a pet dog that has never even seen blood, the bloodline of a police dog instantly awakens.

It suddenly raised its head, its pupils contracted, revealing its stark white fangs.

"roar!"

A deep, resonant roar came from the trembling body, startling He Zheng.

It scared the proud golden retriever so much that it wet itself instantly.

The golden retriever yelped in pain, tucked its tail between its legs, and retreated in terror, its paws slipping on the wet, slippery tiles.

"thump!"

It landed upside down in the spa pool, splashing water everywhere.

"what!"

The woman screamed as water sprayed all over her.

My makeup is ruined, and my yoga pants are soaked.

"You... why is your dog so fierce!" the woman said angrily, pointing at He Zheng.

Shu Yao put down her iced coffee, stood up, and slowly walked over in a pair of white sneakers.

She stood beside He Zheng, arms crossed, chin slightly raised, her eyes cold and aloof.

"Hey lady, check if anyone's taken before you try to strike up a conversation. Also,"

Shu Yao pointed to the golden retriever that was frantically paddling in the pool, "Keep your dog under control and don't let it bark. This is a retired police dog; it's not held responsible for biting people, it's considered self-defense."

The woman was furious, her face turning ashen. Knowing she was in the wrong, she gritted her teeth, dragged the drenched blond man out of the water, and stormed off in a huff.

The spa room has become quiet again.

He Zheng turned his head, looked at Shu Yao, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Then, he turned his head, bent down, and put his hands through the forelimbs of the God of War, engaging his core strength.

"rise!"

"Woof woof woof!"

The God of War struggled twice in mid-air.

With a "plop," he was thrown directly into the warm water pool.

"Swim. I'm not leaving until I've swum for at least half an hour today."

"...Waaah..."

The God of War resigned himself to his fate, wearing a fluorescent yellow life jacket, and pitifully waving his four legs in the water.

Shu Yao leaned against the edge of the pool, stroked her chin, and said thoughtfully.

"Hey, Second Brother He, have you noticed that you've been bringing the God of War to the physiotherapy clinic more and more often lately?"

He Zheng paused for a moment while wiping his face with a towel, and said bluntly, "I'm not interested in that woman."

"..." Shu Yao rolled her eyes. "I know, I was asking if your team isn't busy?"

He Zheng lowered his head and folded the towel, his expression somewhat complicated. "Well, the team is making personnel adjustments recently."

He brushed it off in a flat tone.