An Yang found her retort reasonable and her attitude so forceful that his bluster weakened. He asked quietly, "What do you mean...?"
Huang Lan said sternly, "Answer me!"
"..." An Yang felt the logic of the first possibility did seem somewhat flawed. Xiao Xueer had also said she thought the sound came from a laptop, and there was no way she could have leisurely taken a bath while worrying about him. The second possibility's logic was much tighter.
So he said righteously, "Of course it was the second one! But what exactly do you mean?!"
"Hmph, you're asking what I mean..." Huang Lan sneered. "You think that just because feline hearing seems inferior to that of canines on the surface, our hearing is really worse than theirs? I heard everything you were doing in there while I was heating milk downstairs. Want me to repeat your conversation to you? So you called Xueer over because you were worried about her, and this is how you confirmed that she was safe??"
"..." An Yang lowered his head and silently took a sip of milk. "This temperature is about the same as room temperature in summer, right? Exactly how did you heat the milk?"
"Of course I took it out of the refrigerator and put it on the table. Then it heated itself..." Huang Lan replied instinctively, but suddenly stopped. She glared at An Yang angrily, then pounced on him with her claws bared and pinned him to the bed. "You look down on my ability to heat milk, and you're mocking my intelligence!"
"I... I didn't..."
"You still dare to argue!" Huang Lan sat on his stomach, one hand pressing hard against his chest while the other hovered above his face in a threatening claw. Gritting her teeth, she said, "Don't