As she opened the door, the little white cat cheerfully approached Zhou Luchen's feet, making soft Miaomiao sounds, tentatively hooking its paw onto the hem of Zhou Luchen's trousers.
"MIAOMIAO."
Zhou Luchen bent down slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting as he spoke softly, "She is sleeping, don't make noise."
In the spacious and lonely apartment, his voice was particularly hoarse.
The kitten tilted its head and looked at the man for a while, but the man didn't look back at it. The kitten, quite sensible, trudged off on its short legs to its own room to play.
The kitten had its own room filled with many cat toys that Shen Jing had carefully arranged.
Zhou Luchen walked straight to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed without any gentleness.
Her body rebounded heavily on the soft silk quilt, and Shen Jing became fully conscious.
Through a hazy gaze, she saw him turn around to leave.
