The wig in the trash can sat there like an eerie trophy, quietly signaling that some invisible balance had already been broken.
Over the next few days, Lin Wan noticed something was… off about Silas-the-dog.
Not that he stopped destroying the house—he still did.And with taste.
He always went for her newest purchases.Unopened packages.Or whatever looked the most expensive.
It wasn't that he stopped cooperating with the livestreams either—he did cooperate.
Just in a deeply passive-aggressive way.
For example, when she asked him to perform "Thank you," he would slowly raise a paw, his blue eyes full of contempt that clearly said you mortals should be grateful just to witness this—
Then, without warning, he would slap the snack bowl out of her hands.
After that, he'd calmly lick his paw, tilt his head at the camera, and put on an innocent face that screamed:
What just happened? The bowl attacked first.
The chat lost its mind every single time.
Donations poured in.
But Lin Wan could feel it—
Beneath that deliberate stupidity(or perhaps the husky's natural talent for chaos),
Silas's human consciousness was slipping into something unstable.
The clearest proof appeared one afternoon.
The sunlight was perfect.
Lin Wan had just finished a livestream titled"Teacher Er-Dog Teaches You How to Gracefully Slide Off the Couch and Knock Over the Trash Can."
She collapsed into a chair, replaying highlight clips, calculating weekly revenue—
Her grin almost split her face in half.
Silas lay by the window as usual, bathing in sunlight, eyes closed, tail lazily sweeping once in a while.
Everything was peaceful.
Then—
Her phone chimed.
A delivery app notification popped up:
Your usual order from "Floating Life Café"—Americano—has a discount today!
Silas's ears snapped upright.
He opened his eyes.
For a brief second, something unmistakably human flashed through them—
Confusion.Recognition.A hollow pause.
He stood up, walked over to Lin Wan, and looked up at her.
A sound escaped his throat—
Not a howl.Not a growl.
A soft, almost gentle whuff.
Then he raised a paw and placed it—precisely and lightly—on Lin Wan's wrist, where she was holding her phone.
Lin Wan jumped. "What are you doing? Trying to steal my phone again?"
Silas ignored her suspicion.
His gaze locked onto the screen—
On the image of a steaming cup of coffee.
He stared for a few seconds.
Then looked back at Lin Wan.
His eyes carried something strange.
Almost… a request.
He nudged her hand with his nose.
Pointed at the coffee image with his paw.
Then—
A short, broken sound escaped him.
"…Ao."
Not a bark.
More like a syllable stuck in his throat.
A failed attempt at saying want.Or drink.
Lin Wan froze.
Silas clearly wasn't satisfied.
He paced anxiously in place, then tried again—
"…Wu… ca…"
Even more blurred.
But paired with his unwavering stare at the coffee picture—
The meaning was unmistakable.
He wanted coffee.
Not sausages.Not dog food.
Coffee.
The thing Silas Moore, as a human top idol, was most famously associated with—
An iced Americano.No sugar.No milk.
Lin Wan's heartbeat skipped.
This wasn't something a husky would want.
This wasn't even something "a smart dog" could explain.
It felt like—
A reflex carved deep into human memory.
"You…" Her throat felt dry."You want this?"
Silas looked at her—
And nodded.
Clearly.
The husky glaze faded from his eyes, revealing what lay beneath—
Silas's familiar gaze.Habitual command.And a trace of longing he didn't bother hiding.
Lin Wan's mind went blank.
Acting on pure impulse, she opened the delivery app and ordered an iced Americano.
In the address notes, she typed:
Leave at the door. Don't knock. The dog is scared of strangers.
Order confirmed.
Silas visibly relaxed.
The tip of his tail moved—barely.
He returned to the sunlight and lay down again, regaining his aloof posture—
Though his ears stayed subtly angled toward the door.
The coffee arrived quickly.
Lin Wan poured it into Silas's stainless-steel water bowl.
A new one.She'd bought it specially.
Silas had previously expressed intense disdain for it.
The dark liquid rippled in the bowl.
Silas approached and sniffed.
The familiar aroma seemed to sharpen his focus.
He hesitated—then extended his tongue and licked once.
Instantly—
His entire dog face twisted.
A betrayed gurgle burst from his throat.
He leaped back two steps, shook his head violently, tongue flailing—
Drool nearly splattering onto Lin Wan.
"Pfft—!" Lin Wan burst out laughing.
Silas stopped shaking.
He glared at her with an expression that clearly said:
You dare poison this king.
Then he glared at the bowl.
The toxic substance.
Finally, he stormed to the corner, turned his back to the coffee bowl, and used his butt to express the strongest possible protest.
That was it.
Human memory and taste.
Dog tongue and biology.
An irreconcilable contradiction.
The "coffee incident" was like a tiny crack—
One that allowed Lin Wan to glimpse the instability of Silas's human consciousness trapped inside a dog's body.
And that crack—
Would completely tear open during that night's livestream.