Wen Ran hurriedly sat up, clutching the little cat that was stepping on her. She raised her hands holding the cat and stared at it for a while before uncertainly speaking up, "Shen Jiaojiao?"
"Meow~" This time, the white little cat meowed much more gently.
Wen Ran was shocked, "How did even your breed change!"
"Meow meow..." It stuck out its tongue and licked her face, covering her with saliva.
Wen Ran was sure now, this cat was indeed the Shen Wu who always liked to lick people.
A young man dressed in yellow, looking obviously wealthy, glanced back and forth between the person and the cat on the bed and said in a low voice, "Miss..."
Wen Ran was holding the cat with one hand and was using her sleeve to wipe her face with the other. She curiously asked, "Qiu Shui, why are you dressed as a man?"
The young man looked puzzled, "Who is this Qiu Shui you speak of? I am Qiu Buwen."
Wen Ran's hand paused its stroking of the cat.
The footsteps outside drew closer.
