All the Furry things I picked up Love me. - Discon
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  • Reads 49,180
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  • Parts 63
  • Time 12h 21m
Ongoing, First published Nov 28, 2021
Author: Sleeping on the moon

Zuo Yi has a secret.

 He can see the hearts of everything in the world. For example, his family's dog thinks he is very smart, and his family's big Orange cat thinks he is a big fool.

Once in order to save a cute little cat, he was stabbed to death and bound to the system, and he had to complete designated tasks in various worlds. 

Then he found that every time he picked up something was wrong with the furry:
 A certain wolf cub who was picked up home: Hehe, how can I eat dog food in a dignified manner? 

A little cat that was picked up home: Huh, your Royal Highness has been touched by you as a cat. Do you still want to have other little cats?

 A certain second dog who came by himself: I don't care, this young master will follow you. No one wants to walk me except you. 

Until one day, these furry vests fell off, and the eyes of the task objects on the left were very different. Who would have thought that this seemingly domineering and indifferent man was thinking about how to be cute after becoming hairy? 

Accept: I am gentle, polite and Buddhist, but don't provoke me 

Attack: I'm indifferent and domineering, but if I become hairy, I can be coquettish and even cry. 

Anyway, I don't admit it.
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