"Oh, Da Huang. You used to be Da Huang the male dog, and now you're Da Huang the eunuch."
"See? It even sounds cuter. 'Eunuch' is much better than 'male dog'."
Xue Rui brainwashed Da Huang for his own amusement, not caring whether the dog understood or not. The process had to be followed, after all.
He ruffled Da Huang's head and had a sudden, strange illusion.
'Da Huang looked so much cuter now that his balls were gone—almost refined.'
"See? Now this pink collar will suit you perfectly. Don't you agree?"
Da Huang let out a soft whimper, his tail wagging back and forth as if in response to Xue Rui.
"See? I told you you'd agree..."
...
In reality, dogs don't understand human words, only tone.
When Xue Rui said all this, his tone was gentle, and he had a wide grin on his face...
In any case, Xue Rui felt that Da Huang had become much more obedient. At the very least, the dog's attitude toward him had improved significantly;
