"Which one?" Zoya did not understand at first, still holding a roll of gauze.
"The... the kind where, after two people like each other, they can't be apart anymore." Tata blinked her big emerald-green eyes and asked with curious bluntness.
In her understanding, if a young man and woman living together did not do something, that was stranger than a cat refusing to eat fish.
"What?"
"Making babies, meow!"
Bruce, who had been lying motionless on the floor, suddenly raised his head, both dog ears standing ramrod straight.
The gauze in Zoya's hand fell onto her lap. It took her several seconds to react.
She had not expected Tata to ask so bluntly. Though her face was burning, she answered just as directly. "No."
So it really was just as I thought.
Tata secretly breathed a sigh of relief, though an inexplicable tension also rose in her.
After hesitating for a moment, she finally asked, "Then... would you mind if Mistress had that kind of relationship with someone else?"
Zoya's answer was unequivocal. Even that trace of shyness vanished from her face, and her eyes sharpened, like a lioness guarding her territory. "No."
"Oh... Tata understands."
Tata nodded obediently and tucked her head back beneath the blanket.
In that case, she could not take the initiative to seduce Master, or sister Zoya would drive her away.
But...
She remembered Mistress's reaction when she entered the bathroom that night: that gaze, astonished yet carrying a trace of scorching heat, and the vaguely visible little stick beneath the water's surface.
If Mistress insists on doing that... I'm just a pitiful little maid. What can I do?
To stay in this warm home, Tata could only reluctantly accept it, meow.
Thud thud thud thud.
Bruce, feigning sleep, suddenly caught the familiar footsteps on