Chapter 227: The Male Lead Raises a Cat (44)

Although cats should not be bathed frequently, for Shen Mubai, it’s not a big problem.

After her fur was blow-dried, she lay comfortably on the large bed in the bedroom, lazily staring at Jiang Yiran’s back as he did his homework. When she saw that the progress bar on his head had reached seventy percent, she couldn’t help but be slightly surprised.

During this time, Shen Mubai hadn’t deliberately paid attention to this thing, but now, suddenly realizing that it had risen so much, she couldn’t describe the feeling in her heart.

Yawning slowly, she fell asleep while staring at his back.

When she woke up in a daze, Jiang Yiran was already sitting on the bed, gently stroking her fur with his long and fair hands.

Shen Mubai made a soft purring sound comfortably, then heard the clear sound of a bell.

“Meow?” She slightly widened her eyes and then lifted her head.

She saw Jiang Yiran holding a red rope in his hand, with a delicate little bell hanging in the middle. Seeing her awake, he lowered his eyelids and said, in a tone with unclear intentions, “This is a gift for you.”

Shen Mubai didn’t notice anything wrong; she just felt that his gaze was deeper than usual. She was very happy about the gift from the human, so she quickly sat up and softly meowed at him, “Meow~”

Jiang Yiran’s gaze always fell on the cat in front of him. Seeing her look so fond of the gift, his eyes flickered slightly.

He tied the bell around her neck and made a knot. Jiang Yiran’s thin lips slightly curled up, then he rubbed her furry head gently and said softly, “You are mine.”

Shen Mubai didn’t notice what he said; all her attention was on the bell around her neck. The sound of the bell was very pleasant, crisp, yet not noisy. After turning around, she leaned close to him, rubbing her head against his fair fingers. “Meow~” I love it!

Jiang Yiran lifted her up and planted a kiss on her furry forehead. “Goodnight.”

His chilly and indifferent voice carried a tingling sensation.

Perhaps because she had been a cat for a while, Shen Mubai didn’t feel anything wrong and even licked his chin in response: “Meow~ Goodnight, human.”

That night, she slept in the arms of a human, warm and cozy.

…..

The tomcat had lost love.

The story goes like this: When it ran into this household, it found nothing left by its beloved, still feeling joyful. Thinking that its goddess had accepted its feelings, just as it was wandering outside the French windows, the door over there opened.

Immediately, it saw an exceptionally handsome young man holding its goddess walking in this direction. Before it could even stare at its goddess, it sensed a cold gaze falling on itself.

Animals have very sensitive intuition. The tomcat sensed the threat; its fur couldn’t help but bristle up. It was both alert and frightened as it stared at the young man for a moment, then couldn’t help but flee with its tail between its legs.

After that, it never came to this household again. Its brothers all mocked it for losing love; even the big brother from the next street asked it. The tomcat was both sad and sighed, “The goddess has an owner; as a cat’s intuition, I feel he’s scary.”