Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !


    Why can''t I control my actions and constantly molest the things around me!


    Jasmine was a little troubled and complained, and I couldn''t get into my ears. I felt a little sad that I was going to heaven...


    Hey.


    Suddenly, I felt something stuck in my neck.


    "You can''t take a collar without a collar when you walk your dog. Although it''s not your owner who is not qualified to bring it to you like this, you can endure it in order to be able to walk it."


    It turned out that Jasmine put a collar on me, it was so scary - hey? ? ?


    Ah, what''s the situation?


    I looked down and found that it was a red collar, which was of course connected to a rope of the same color.


    After a brief surprise, I panicked.


    Why does Jasmine have a collar? No, this is the authentic dog leash!


    Wait a moment... This style is a bit familiar...


    Looking back, what I saw was Jasmine''s expression of being shy and gritting teeth.


    "Really, I didn''t want to take out this one, but the garbage is over, so I''ll use it all."


    She muttered to herself shyly, her eyebrows frowned as if she had remembered something unpleasant.


    I felt cold sweat in my forehead.


    It''s actually such a coincidence! !


    I actually bought this dog chain for Jasmine! !


    I remember it was a adjustment one time. Anyway, I put this on her because of a whim. I rode her from behind and ordered her to yell. At that time, Jasmine''s tears in her eyes, I can''t forget the grievance expression that Jasmine had in her eyes. I was so excited...


    But now I have become a person bound by this dog chain? This feeling is really wonderful.


    "Okay, let''s go."


    After completely tidying up her outfit, Jasmine plucked the short hair next to her ears and looked forward with a smile.


    And her smile also came into my eyes.


    When she is alone, does she look happier?


    But this is also natural. Jasmine... was coerced by me. How could she have a good face when she is with me? What I brought her was obviously pain and tears.


    Thinking of this with self-deprecating thought, I was led out of the house by Jasmine.


    "Dog, go with me."


    It seems that because I don’t know my name, Jasmine just called me “dog”. To be honest, my mood became even more complicated when I heard it.


    Her dog walking destination was beyond my expectations, not a park or a river, but an elementary school.


    This is a public primary school not far from Jasmine''s house. The playground is open for nearby citizens to play, so when Jasmine and I came here, there were already many people here, including jogging on the track and practicing horizontal bars on nearby equipment.