Chapter 77 – How A Cat Slave is Formed (24)
It probably didn’t take a year as Little Pink claimed. It was likely to be not long from now. Yan Luo lazily yawned again, looking at Jun Chen raising his eyebrows with a smirk at the corner of his lips. Her little tail hooked up, scratching his wrist.
*Meow.*
Jun Chen instantly came back to his senses, looking at the lazy Yan Luo lying beside him, her little tail tapping on his wrist.
“What’s wrong? Hungry?” Very skillfully, he picked up Yan Luo and nestled her into his arms, with a faint glimmer in his eyes, sliding his hand into hugging Yan Luo.
His hands were impossible to push away.
Yan Luo struggled for a while, looking at the hand still resting on her chest and meowed twice.
—If I was a human now, do you know what this behavior would be called?
Come on, let her educate him.
This filthy rogue!
Seeing the coldness in Jun Chen’s eyes not fading, he raised his hand to turn off the TV, his gaze completely focused on her.
Yan Luo instinctively rolled around and acted cute for a moment. When she realized what she had just done, her body stiffened slightly, and she looked down, looking at his hand he was unwilling to take back.
—Alright, alright, seeing your pitiful look, I’ll let you hold for a while.
Yan Luo slightly raised her small head and patted Jun Chen’s hand with her small paw.
Jun Chen couldn’t help but chuckle, but his gaze shifted to the small jar beside him.
Inside was the dried catnip, deep green in color, which he heard would make cats addicted to it, which was brought back by Fang Yuan initially.
Later, he checked and found out that cats would only be addicted after five or six months old, and if they accidentally ingested too much, it would have a bad effect. Originally, he didn’t plan to keep it, but later, he inexplicably kept it.
The little white furball in his arms was cute and adorable, with soft paw pads, her sharp claws were clipped, so even tapping on the back of his hand wouldn’t hurt him.
The color in his eyes kept deepening as he scratched Yan Luo’s belly in his arms.
Seeing Yan Lou trying to run away under his harassment, Jun Chen skillfully lifted her high and looked at this beautiful little white furball from below.
*Meow?*
There was no panic in the heterochromatic eyes, only trust with a slight dissatisfaction. The little paw swayed in the air, and the tail hooked his wrist.
“Snowball,” Jun Chen held Yan Luo in his arms again, rubbing his cheek against her snowy fur. Perhaps he remembered something, he spoke again, “If only you could speak.”
If only she could stand before him…
If only she could be like him…
Then he wouldn’t have to repeatedly search for ways to make the cat more comfortable while it’s still so small, nor would he have to worry about the cat’s lifespan.
Yan Luo blinked.
Speaking of which, she estimated her progress to be about eighty percent… well, it would be soon.
But buddy, your thoughts are quite dangerous. They say people shouldn’t believe in spirits since the founding of People’s Republic of China1, so why does he still hope she becomes a spirit…
Rubbing against Yan Luo’s fur, Jun Chen turned his head slightly, his lips brushing against that softness, and he paused for a moment, ripples appearing in his eyes.
Before Yan Lou could figure out what was going on, she was placed back on his lap.
The sound of opening brought a refreshing scent, and Yan Luo looked at him blankly as he rubbed something on his lips and then lifted her up, hiswarm breath falling on her.
He smiled, “Snowball, be good, come here.”
- there was a superstition from ancient times in China, that things (with animals being the easiest) could get spiritual energy which eventually could turn them into human form. Because there were a period where Chinese people’s morality degraded and caused social problems, the new government of People’s Republic of China gave a ban on beliefs in superstitions. ↩︎