Hiss hiss hiss.
Hiss hiss hiss.
A rich fragrance roused Jiang Han from her dreams. The moment she opened her eyes, she stretched lazily, her joints cracking, then gave the back of her hand a meow-ow-ow lick and checked the time by her witch biological clock.
"..."
"It's 1:50 in the afternoon. You woke up early, and right on time." The witch with that gentle, graceful voice was a classic beauty from an ancient painting.
But when Jiang Han looked over, she saw Wei Changqing wearing cyberpunk-style cat-ear headphones, constantly working a game controller as neon lights flashed wildly across the hyper-realistic game screen of Alice Shoots. It was like the moment filming wrapped on a period drama scene of "How old is your younger sister this year? Has she attended school as well?", several ancient-style beauties were already digging into their pockets. "Got a cigarette?"
The jarring clash of eras.
Jiang Han comfortably shook her head and habitually slapped at the space beside her.
Puff—
Her hand landed on the soft blanket.
Her brow instantly furrowed.
"Where's Sister Xuan Bao?"
If she were still asleep, that slap would have landed right on those plump thighs—or even that peach! Meow-ow! What a shame for this cat! What a terrible shame!
Watching the little cat's movements, Wei Changqing nearly burst out laughing.
"She went swimming over there." Wei Changqing pointed toward a drifting floating cat nest on the lake.
Jiang Han knew what it was. It was a product made on her Long-Haired Cat Clawmark Island.
Many witches wanted to catch Cat Lamps—or rather, turn Cat Lamps into companions.
But the first question was: how could they attract truly rare Cat Lamps?
Ordinary Cat Lamps were lazy and only willing to provide illumination and charging. The more diligent ones,