Hearing Yu Ci speak, Zhan Shuicheng was indeed pleased as a cat, saying, "Clever boy."
Yu Ci felt that whenever he was with her, he became more and more shameless, yet he still had to keep up appearances. It was exhausting. After waiting a while, Zhan Shuicheng apparently had finally lazed in bed long enough and called, "Come in."
At the sound, Zi Qu glanced at him, then continued leading the way ahead with an expressionless face. They moved swiftly, reaching the top floor of Yuangguang Pavilion in the blink of an eye—Zhan Shuicheng's residence. Upon entering, Yu Ci first noticed the gauze curtains hanging in layer upon layer. Then something stirred by his feet. Looking down, he saw a black cat rubbing against his calves, its jade-green eyes glimmering with ghostly light as it looked up at him.
Yu Ci instinctively greeted it with "Fairy Zhan," but before the words could leave his tongue, he realized something was wrong. He swallowed the address and grinned. "This is Nine Lives, right?"
As he spoke, he bent down and reached out to stroke the black cat's head. The cat narrowed its eyes and nodded twice under the weight of his palm, looking utterly adorable.
Zi Qu found this somewhat strange and turned to look at him, but in the end she said nothing. From deep within the curtains, Zhan Shuicheng giggled. "Eh? You actually recognized it. Sometimes even Zi Qu gets them mixed up!"
Would I tell you that this cat is ten thousand times quieter and more well-behaved than you?
Yu Ci gave a dry chuckle, only to hear a warm laugh from across from him. "That gives me even more confidence in you."
Why do you have confidence in me?
His confusion received no answer. Behind the heavy curtains,