Little Bean was scared stiff at the air conditioner vent, having long lost the composure of a Heavenly Court boss. Myna also stared helplessly at the sudden unknown creature.
Qin Fen raised a paw and looked at it. He had originally wanted to scratch his forehead, only to discover that it was fucking clumsy and didn't relieve the itch at all. A cat's claws were retracted; scratching like this was definitely unsatisfying. Qin Fen was a human, after all, and he wasn't used to it in the slightest.
He tried extending his claws. Big Chef scratched once, and then, and then all the fur on his body stood on end. It hurt like hell. "Fuck!"
All Little Bean heard was a mournful, furious roar. He immediately tucked his tail in tight, not even daring to wag it.
Qin Fen wore an angry expression. Damn beast, turning into a cat was really inconvenient. He started walking toward the table, swaying from side to side like a drunk. It couldn't be helped—Big Chef had barely ever crawled before, so he was completely uncoordinated!
"Did he drink too much?" Myna wasn't sure.
Little Bean shot him a vicious glare. "Keep it down. This guy is terrifying. Don't provoke him!"
Looking at the table, Qin Fen stood upright, propped his left paw under his chin, and gauged the height. "I wonder if I can jump up there! It looks so high!"
Qin Fen kicked off with both legs, and his body shot upward. The table in his eyes kept growing larger. Just as he was about to reach it, he spread his arms, hoping to grab on. But fucking cats didn't usually do that. He flailed his paws wildly, like someone in midair desperately waving their arms and legs around.
"Ah! Your mother!" With