After that, Ning Xiang stayed in Zhu Yu's bedchamber, quietly keeping him company.
Specifically, when Zhu Yu reviewed memorials, Ning Xiang curled up beside him and snored away. When Zhu Yu summoned his subordinates to reprimand them, Ning Xiang chased her own tail. When Zhu Yu cultivated, Ning Xiang sharpened her claws on a bedpost.
At the end of his tether, Zhu Yu grabbed Ning Xiang. "Not another sound, or I'll kill you."
Ning Xiang shrank back.
[But it's really uncomfortable if I don't sharpen my claws! Don't you sharpen yours?]
[Fine, fine, I won't. Miser.]
Zhu Yu closed his eyes again and resumed cultivating.
Ning Xiang was bored, with nothing else to amuse herself, so she could only raise her head to sneak peeks at Zhu Yu. Craning her neck was too uncomfortable. Without thinking, she stretched her limbs and rolled over, only for her little paw to poke Zhu Yu's leg.
Zhu Yu opened his eyes with a hostile look, then caught sight of the little beast's soft, fluffy belly.
Ning Xiang hadn't noticed him opening his eyes. She was hooking her claws into the embroidery on his robe for fun, but then a claw got caught, and the more frantic she became, the harder it was to free it.
Ning Xiang finally rescued her claw, then lifted her eyes. What a coincidence-her gaze met Zhu Yu's head-on.
She hurriedly closed her eyes and played dead.
Zhu Yu: "..."
For some reason, he really wanted to stroke her little belly.
Zhu Yu closed his eyes again to cultivate. This time, he would let nothing and no one disturb his cultivation!
Ning Xiang curled herself into a ball, her eyes vacant as she wailed incessantly in her heart.
[I'm so hungry. When do we eat?]
[Hungry, hungry! Food, food!]