He pressed a few random times, and when he happened to enter the number 5438—a number with a hidden meaning—the phone lock actually opened...

　　David Clark: "..."

　　Bro is truly invincible today! I actually managed to unlock it by accident!

　　The mutt wagged its tail furiously: "Woof woof!"

　　With the phone unlocked, the first thing that caught David Clark's eye was a photo.

　　If it were just a photo, it wouldn't be a big deal. But if it's a photo where you can't see the face, and it's of someone only wearing underwear, plus the phone lock code is the suggestive number 5438, then it definitely means something!

　　David Clark was instantly stirred: "No way?! Could this be the phone of a girl who loves taking selfies?! Wahahaha! Not only am I lucky, but I've got some romance coming my way too!"

　　A girl's phone, especially one belonging to a girl who loves selfies, is definitely a huge temptation for any man.

　　David Clark is a perfectly normal guy, so of course he's no exception.

　　"Um... just a peek?" David Clark looked around again, his heart pounding wildly, his hands trembling as he carefully opened the photo gallery. With just one glance, he was completely stunned!

　　"Damn... damn!" David Clark's eyes were as wide as lightbulbs: "So many?! Over three thousand! And most of them are underwear! Swimsuits! Bikinis!"

　　No wonder he was so shocked—this was clearly a girl who really loved taking selfies. Although you couldn't see her face in any of the photos, her absolutely perfect figure was more than enough to be irresistibly attractive to David Clark!

　　A little more would be too chubby, a little less would be too skinny.

　　David Clark never really understood this saying before, but after seeing these selfies, he finally got it.

　　"Look at that cup size, must be at least a C+?" David Clark gulped: "Her skin is so fair and smooth, absolutely flawless! Her height looks almost perfectly proportioned, must be about 1.65 meters? Now that's what you call a stunner!"

　　These photos were just too tempting. No matter what, David Clark was a hot-blooded young man, so he couldn't help but take a few more looks, almost subconsciously.

　　Unfortunately, all these selfies taken by this girl followed the same pattern: you couldn't see her face, she was wearing underwear or a bikini, and the poses weren't even that provocative. So David Clark simply decided to appreciate them, giving them a quick scan.

　　"Could this girl be a leg model? It's possible." David Clark stroked his chin, looking at those long, straight, fair, and smooth legs in the photos, and commented, "Her thighs are full and well-proportioned, just the right thickness. Hmm, judging by the proportions, it's probably the golden ratio. Her feet look like size 37, and her toes are quite round. This girl must be a pretty high-end leg model—oh wow, look at that pose, perfect!"

　　After looking for a while, David Clark muttered, "But this is way too careless. Losing your phone is one thing, but not even calling for such a long time? I can't even return it."

　　Honestly, holding something this tempting in his hands, David Clark's mind was a bit of a mess.

　　He definitely had to return it, but he had no idea who to return it to. He checked the phone numbers—completely empty, not even any contacts. As for other apps, there was nothing at all, not even QQ.

　　"What's going on here?" David Clark looked around in confusion and wondered, "Is this expensive phone just for taking selfies?"

　　Damn, this is a total selfie maniac!

　　"Forget it, I won't think about it. I'll just take it home for now, and when a call comes in, I'll arrange a place to return it." If it's yours, you can keep it; if it's not, you can't touch it—well, peeking a couple of times doesn't count...

　　Just as he was about to leave, the mutt started barking: "Woof woof!"

　　David Clark thought for a moment, then squatted down: "You're a pretty impressive dog, huh? Want to come home with me?"

　　The mutt nodded: "Meow..."

　　This guy must be possessed by a transmigrator!

　　David Clark was in a great mood: "From now on, I'll call you Little William!"

　　Bro is truly invincible today—tamed a transmigrator dog and picked up a phone, awesome!

　　Time to go home!

　　Bringing Little William into the house, he saw that his parents weren't back yet. David Clark took Little William into the bathroom: "Sit still, time for a bath, don't move!"

　　"Meow..." Little William obediently squatted down, sticking out its tongue and looking at David Clark.

　　David Clark grabbed Little William's mouth and gave it a good tug: "Speak! Are you a transmigrator? If you are, nod!"

　　Little William: "Woof woof!"

　　Guess not. Well, let's get you cleaned up first!

　　He ran the water and gave Little William a thorough wash, using both body wash and shampoo, then dried it with a hairdryer—wow! So pretty!

　　Now, Little William looked nothing like the scruffy stray dog from before. Its whole body was covered in white fur, fluffy like a stuffed toy, sitting there with its head held high, looking at David Clark. Then, quite naturally, it used its paw to lift the toilet lid, jumped up, and with a push...

　　With a "plop," a pile of dog poop fell into the toilet.

　　David Clark: "..."

　　He grabbed Little William's mouth and gave it another good tug: "Speak! Are you a transmigrator? If you are, nod!"

　　Little William: "Woof woof!"

Chapter 9: "Swallowed Star," Ready