Jiang Han was awakened by the sounds of chainsaws and electric drills.
It was like children being beaten downstairs, furniture being moved upstairs, and the street outside the window being under construction.
Bzzzz—thump thump thump—shhh shhh shhh.
The noise was endless.
Meow-ow! The cat was about to explode!
Jiang Han sat up, wrapped in her nightgown. She first slipped her delicate, fair little feet out from beneath the covers and into her fluffy slippers, then slowly made her way to the bathroom like a drunken cat after waking up.
While rinsing her mouth, she noticed that she currently looked just like a Maine Coon.
Her long hair was curled and puffed up everywhere.
It had originally been more or less long, straight black hair.
Now, it could only be described as a curly-haired Maine Coon.
Fluffy.
Jiang Han yawned and glanced at the time. It was not yet three in the afternoon—not at all the proper waking hour for a witch who slept in.
But she did not want to go back to sleep. Instead, listening to the commotion downstairs, she felt she had to go take a look.
What if Olivia kitty was tearing the house apart again?
Although when Jiang Han was home, Olivia generally behaved fairly well—at most acting aloof sometimes, and unexpectedly clingy at others—there was no telling what a kitty might do! Whatever a Cat Lamp wanted to do always came on a sudden whim...
She washed her face again and felt more awake. Then, step by slow step, like a cat patrolling her territory, she left her room and headed down the stairs.
Fox Fox Soul really was a good game.
The thought suddenly came to Jiang Han, abrupt and unprompted. By the time she descended to the first floor and entered