When Ren Suo opened the bedroom door, the first thing he saw was a pair of vertical pupils glowing in the pitch-black room.
Ren Suo was not too surprised. "So you were here. I was wondering why I couldn't find you when I got back..."
They had gone to Dong Chengling's home to pay New Year's visits today, so Ren Suo had left Luna at home. It was not that he did not want to bring Luna along; like him, she did not enjoy riding in cars. Besides, Luna had still been sleeping soundly when he left—cats genuinely slept more than ten hours a day.
However, the instant Ren Suo turned on the bedroom light, he was completely dumbfounded.
The entire room was covered in shredded tissues. The convenient box of tissues Ren Suo had placed in the bedroom had been completely emptied.
He had only lived here for a few days, after all. Other than occasionally needing to wipe away a nosebleed, he had barely had any use for tissues.
More than a hundred tissues had been torn into three to five pieces each. As they scattered, every three-ply tissue had further separated into layers. This sheer volume of shredded paper densely covered Ren Suo's two-meter-wide single bed, an unknown number of square meters of floor, and his computer desk. Having never been subjected to such an intense expanse of white before, Ren Suo's brain naturally crashed.
As his younger sister passed by, she glanced at the spectacular scene in Ren Suo's bedroom and could not help snickering. "Serves you right for keeping a cat. If a cat can't find you all day, she gets restless and tears up paper to play with."
Ren Xingmei was not trying to gloat over Ren Suo's misfortune for no reason. It was