First, then, love.

He Zheng was still standing in the same spot.

He was extremely tall, and his pure black short-sleeved shirt was soaked through and clung tightly to his body, making the outline of his chest muscles and the grooves of his abdominal muscles crystal clear.

You can even see two points that are faintly protruding under the fabric.

Water droplets dripped down his sharp jawline, slid past his prominent Adam's apple, and disappeared into his collar.

This alluring, wet-looking scene, paired with his cold, hard, and fierce face.

It has a strong visual impact.

Shu Yao's cheeks suddenly felt hot, and she looked away awkwardly.

"You...go and change your clothes right away." She cleared her throat, feigning composure. "You're dripping wet, don't get my carpet dirty."

They immediately started complaining.

He Zheng glanced down at the water stains at his feet, grabbed the hem of his short-sleeved shirt with his large hand, and lifted it up.

He took off his soaking wet clothes and casually threw them into the laundry basket next to him.

A broad back, an inverted triangle torso, and strong, powerful arms.

Large areas of bronze skin were directly exposed to the air.

Below the left rib, there is an old scar that is five or six centimeters long.

shocking.

Shu Yao gasped, her eyes widening in shock.

"Why are you taking your clothes off here!" She turned around abruptly, her back to him, her ears instantly burning red.

"It's completely wet, and it's uncomfortable to stick to my body."

He Zheng's voice sounded from behind, slightly hoarse from exercise.

He strode into the master bedroom, shirtless and barefoot, stepping on the marble floor tiles.

A few minutes later.

He Zheng walked out again.

I changed into a clean gray cotton tracksuit.

Wearing a loose sweatshirt, gray sweatpants, and her hair casually wiped with a dry towel.

Without the intimidating aura of that SWAT uniform, he looked much more casual and relaxed.

"Are you hungry?" He walked to the kitchen island and opened the double-door refrigerator.

Shu Yao had been busy all morning and was starving.

She walked to the opposite side of the island counter, pulled out a high bar stool, and sat down.

"I'm hungry, is there anything to eat? I don't eat takeout. It's too oily," she requested.

He Zheng took out two steaks from the freezer, along with a few eggs and a bunch of green vegetables.

"This is all we have; let's make do with this."

He turned around, turned on the tap to wash the vegetables. He turned on the stove, heated the pan, and poured in the oil.

The movements are skillful.

Put the steak in the pan.

"Sizzle—" The rich aroma of meat instantly filled the kitchen.

Shu Yao rested her chin on her hand, leaning against the island counter, watching him cook.

This man has such a striking profile, with a high nose bridge and deep-set brow bones.

Even when holding a frying pan, he's as focused as if he were holding an assault rifle.

Less than ten minutes later.

Two steaming plates of steak and fried eggs were served on the island counter.

There was no fancy plating; the steak was cut into large pieces, the fried egg had browned edges, and a few boiled greens were served on the side.

The presentation is just average.

He is far inferior to Zhao Hezheng.

He Zheng pushed the knife and fork towards her.

"eat."

He pulled out another chair, sat down, picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of steak, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it heartily.

They have a military style; they eat like they're in battle.

Shu Yao picked up her knife and fork, cut a small piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.

The cooking time was surprisingly good.

Medium-rare, with plenty of juice.

"I didn't realize Captain He could cook," Shu Yao said, chewing her food gently.

"Living alone, I can't just eat compressed biscuits every day." He Zheng swallowed the meat in his mouth, picked up the glass next to him, and took a sip.

The two sat on either side of the island counter, eating a simple lunch.

The rain outside the window gradually subsided, turning into a fine drizzle.

Just then.

"Click. Click."

A loud scratching sound came from behind the sliding glass door on the south side of the living room.

Outside the glass door is a huge open-air balcony, which is covered with thick frosted glass to keep out the rain, making it impossible to see what's going on outside.

Followed by.

It was a powerful sob.

"Waaah—"

Shu Yao abruptly stopped cutting the steak, the knife tip scraping against the porcelain plate with a piercing sound.

She turned her head and looked at the tightly closed glass door.

What was that sound?

My spine tensed up instantly.

The voice didn't sound like a dog's; it was deep and resonant, carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

Like a wolf.

He Zheng chewed on some vegetables without even looking up.

"My dog," he uttered casually.

Shu Yao froze, her eyes slowly widening.

"You have a dog? You own a dog? What kind of dog?"

"A German Shepherd, a retired military dog." He Zheng put down his chopsticks, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and said, "I was moving this morning and was worried it would get in the way or scare the workers, so I locked it on the balcony."

Retired military dog, German Shepherd.

Shu Yao's mind instantly conjured up images of police and gangster movies.

A massive, black, ferocious dog with gaping maw, capable of biting off a drug dealer's arm.

Then I remembered He Zheng's dog avatar...

She subconsciously turned her head and looked at the black leather sofa in the living room.

After the "princess" had eaten and drunk her fill, she lay sprawled on the sofa, her round white belly exposed, snoring away.

They were completely unaware of the impending danger.

"You...your dog. Bites the cat?" Shu Yao's voice trembled slightly.

He Zheng stood up and threw the empty plate in front of him into the sink.

"I don't know, I've never tried it." His calm tone was infuriating.

He walked to the edge of the island platform and pulled out a wet wipe to dry his hands.

"The God of War is professionally trained, highly obedient, and doesn't bite things randomly." He glanced at Shu Yao, who was curled up in the chair, and added, "He doesn't bite people either."

Mars.

The name itself sounds menacing.

He Zheng threw the dirty tissue into the trash can and strode toward the glass door on the south side.

"You've been inside all morning, it's time to let you out."

He reached out and grasped the handle of the sliding door.

"Splash—"

The frosted glass door was pushed open.

The cold wind outside, mixed with damp rain, rushed into the living room.

Shu Yao subconsciously held her breath, gripping the edge of the bar stool tightly with both hands.

The next second, a huge, dark shadow slowly emerged from the shadows of the balcony.

It is a purebred German Shepherd.

It was incredibly large, with a shoulder height of over 70 centimeters and a weight that was estimated to be over 80 kilograms.

Its fur was black and yellow, glossy and smooth. Its muscles were as firm as steel plates. Its four thick legs were firmly planted on the floor like four stakes.

Its ears were sharply erect, and its eyes were alert.

On its right cheek, there was a distinct scar that ran from the corner of its eye to the corner of its mouth. It marred its originally imposing appearance, adding a fierce and menacing aura that suggested it had been through countless battles.

The God of War walked in.

Its claws made a crisp "tap-tap" sound as they stepped on the gray tiles.

It immediately smelled the tuberose scent in the air that didn't belong to He Zheng.

The God of War shook his big head and snorted.

Then, they focused on Shu Yao, who was sitting by the island counter.

A stranger, a woman.