First, then, love.

The God of War stopped in his tracks.

It puffed out its broad chest, and the hair on its neck stood up slightly.

This is the pride of a decorated dog; it wants to show its majestic power and absolute status as the family's number one bodyguard in front of its new mistress.

It moved with steady, elegant, and even slightly arrogant steps, step by step, toward the island platform.

With each step she took, Shu Yao's heart pounded.

It's too big. If this dog stood up, it would probably be as tall as her.

"He Zheng..." Shu Yao's voice trembled, and she dared not move.

"Don't be afraid, it recognizes people." He Zheng stood by the glass door, arms crossed, and did not stop it.

Just as the God of War walked to the center of the living room.

The moment my paws touched the newly laid, snow-white cashmere carpet,

An accident happened.

On the black leather sofa, the yellow and black striped pom-pom suddenly moved.

The "princess" was awakened by the heavy footsteps of the God of War and the strong smell of dog hormones.

It suddenly opened its eyes.

His yellow vertical pupils instantly contracted into a thin line.

It spotted the enormous object in the center of the living room at a glance.

The cat's territorial instincts were completely ignited at this moment.

For the princess, this carpeted, aromatherapy-filled living room was already her new domain.

Now, there is an invasion by foreign enemies.

The princess stood up from the sofa, her back arching high in a second, bending into an extremely exaggerated inverted U-shape.

Its fur, from the tip of its tail to its neck, stood on end, like a hedgehog that had suddenly expanded.

Her petite frame, which originally weighed only seven or eight pounds, was visually magnified by two times.

"hiss--!!!"

A hostile and warning hiss burst from the princess's small mouth.

The sound tore through the air, echoing in the empty living room.

The God of War's steps froze on the spot.

It lowered its enormous head.

His amber eyes were fixed on the little, frizzy creature on the sofa.

It's a retired military dog, a veteran who has bitten drug dealers, chased ruthless criminals, and braved gunfire.

Now, a pet cat that's smaller than one of its legs dares to stand on its territory and hiss at it?

The God of War's ears instantly flattened back, becoming airplane ears.

It didn't make a sound.

But from its chest cavity, a very low, deep "snoring" sound began to emanate.

The sound was like an old engine, carrying a strong warning and intimidation, making the surrounding air tremble.

The princess refused to back down.

Its front paws were resting on the edge of the sofa, revealing its trimmed nails.

A sharp, mournful cry emanated from its throat, its entire body taut like a fully drawn bow, ready to launch a suicidal attack at any moment.

An 80-pound retired military dog.

A pampered pet cat weighing eight pounds.

One was standing on the carpet, and the other was standing on the sofa.

Their gazes met in mid-air, neither willing to yield.

The air in the living room seemed to freeze; even the sweet scent of tuberose couldn't mask the tense, almost explosive atmosphere.

The two pets met for the first time, their sizes were vastly different, and the atmosphere was tense.

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The air in the living room seemed to freeze.

Even the sweet scent of tuberose couldn't mask the tense, almost explosive atmosphere.

Shu Yao sat on a high chair, her back ramrod straight, her fingers gripping the edge of the marble countertop tightly.

She didn't even dare to breathe too hard, for fear of startling the 80-pound retired military dog.

The God of War slightly bent its front legs, its muscles tensed, and the low growl in its throat grew deeper and deeper, like muffled thunder. It was preparing to teach this arrogant little thing a lesson.

It's a dog that's been on the battlefield; its inherent ferocity hasn't completely faded.

However, just as the God of War was about to take a step forward...

The "princess" on the sofa moved.

Faced with a behemoth ten times its size, this calico cat, who usually only knows how to eat cat treats and sleep all day, not only did not hide, but instead faced the challenge head-on.

It pushed off the leather sofa with its hind legs.

His entire body was like a cannonball launched from the barrel, propelling him forward.

Fast, too fast.

Shu Yao only saw a yellow and black afterimage streak across the air.

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Four crisp, resounding blows echoed in the quiet living room.

The princess twisted her body in mid-air, her two front paws leaving afterimages as she unleashed a series of chaotic, ruthless cat punches that landed precisely on the God of War's wet, black nose.

It didn't extend its claws; it was purely slapping itself with its paw pads.

It's not very harmful, but it's incredibly insulting.

It's not mentally taxing, but the God of War was stunned.

The black nose is the most vulnerable and sensitive area on a dog.

The series of slaps made it see stars and its nose sting.

It instinctively opened its mouth wide, revealing its sharp white teeth, as if trying to bite down on the arrogant furry ball.

But reason restrained its instincts at the last second.

Its owner's warning suddenly flashed through its mind.

"No matter how that cat provokes you, you'd better lie down and take the beating. If you dare to talk back, you'll have to sleep in the stairwell."

The master's orders are paramount; absolute obedience is required.

On the fierce and menacing face of the God of War, a trace of human grievance was forced out.

"Waaah—"

The low growl in its throat instantly turned into a mournful whimper.

The retired military dog, which had just been so majestic, suddenly shrank back, its massive body flattening down completely against its head, and its tail tucked tightly between its two hind legs.

It turned around, its four paws slipping on the tiles, and tumbled and crawled towards the kitchen.

He rushed straight to He Zheng's side.

The huge dog's head was buried deep in He Zheng's knees, half of its body hiding behind He Zheng's gray sweatpants, with only one amber eye showing, sneaking glances at the cat on the sofa.

It made intermittent humming sounds, like a 200-pound giant baby who had been beaten up outside and came home to complain.

The princess landed firmly on the cashmere carpet after her successful strike.

It shook its front paws and licked the fur around its mouth.

Then, with graceful cat-like steps, she jumped back onto the sofa, curled up in a circle, closed her eyes, and continued sleeping.

Arrogant and overbearing.

Shu Yao sat on the edge of the island platform, dumbfounded.

She slowly exhaled the breath she had been holding in her throat.

The tension in my shoulders eased.

She glanced at the proud cat on the sofa, then at the dog trembling behind He Zheng's legs.

I couldn't resist.

He burst out laughing.

He Zheng leaned against the cabinet, looking down at the God of War pressed against his thigh.

He raised his foot and kicked the dog's rear end without any mercy.

"Useless." He uttered two words, his face full of disdain.

The God of War whimpered even louder, and instead of leaving, he rubbed his big head against his leg, seeking comfort.