"Caterpillar" Little Kita

That thought made Kitasan Black's heart skip a beat. In an instant, an emotion mixed with anticipation and an indescribable secret delight quietly melted through her like honey dropped into warm water.

She did not examine where that anticipation had come from. She simply instinctively felt that the idea was far too appealing.

She immediately pulled out her phone, her fingers rapidly tapping at the screen as she almost impulsively drafted a text:

"A-Zhen! Are you free tomorrow? Let's go on a New Year's Shrine Visit again! Just the two of us!"

Her thumb hovered over the send button for a second before she finally pressed it firmly.

The sent confirmation popped up. She immediately clutched her phone tightly, as though she were holding a seed waiting to sprout, nervously and excitedly awaiting his response.

Like when she had previously asked him for help with a foreign language, the prompt tone rang out crisply almost the very next second.

Kitasan Black perked up and quickly held her breath as she lowered her head to look.

On the screen was Anjing Zhen's familiar, concise reply:

"Sure. What time tomorrow? Where should we meet?"

"Hehe..."

Seeing that instant reply, Kitasan Black froze for a moment. Then the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably, and in the end, she simply hugged her phone and flopped onto the cushion.

Like a child who had just received her favorite toy, she broke into a silly grin. The tiny flutter in her heart was instantly washed away by immense, pure happiness.

That pure joy filled her with restless energy. She instinctively hooked the cushion with her legs, wrapped herself in it like a spring roll, then happily rolled back and forth across the spacious tatami in the living room.

After rolling a few times, she felt