Kris doesn't understand how things became like this.

He puts down the bowl of ramen that some idiotic organism left unopened in the dorm (probably Yixing) to stare at the creature currently lying down on the living room floor. It rolls until it reaches the spot right below the air conditioner, stomach on the floor to enjoy the cool breezes.

Just what the hell did he do to deserve this?!

The self-proclaimed godlike face of Kris was contorted in a grimace due to the building anger within his body.

Throwing away the half finished bowl of ramen into the trash can, Kris continues to stare at the creature who has now rolled onto its back, eyes drooping as it tries to fight off its sleepiness. Although he said that he would rather die than worry for this creature, he still unconsciously gaze at it from time to time to see what it's doing.

Scorpios, the horoscopes say, dislike animals.

Kris rolls up his sleeves while thinking. Out of all the Scorpios, why does he have to be the exception? Just what is wrong with him?

From a young age, he never really liked cats or dogs unlike other kids his age. Of course, this feeling is mutual. Most animals (or at least those who have some intelligence within them) stay away from him. The seven goldfish that he has raised as a child all managed to die within the first week.

That's why Kris doesn't understand how he ended up having to take care of