Chen Ge placed Xiaoxiao on the table. This naughty ragdoll who always tried to sneak out was surprisingly well-behaved. Chen Ge could sense fear from her. Xiaoxiao had not shown that emotion when facing the mirror monster. Is the cat too special or Xiaoxiao too weak?
Curled up on the chair, the white cat looked at the four kittens in the basket; it did not seem to be concerned about anything else.
Since I've decided to adopt it, I should give it a name—I can't call it white cat forever.
This was the first time in his life that Chen Ge had adopted a pet. He sat down on the floor and studied the white cat. "We met at night in the middle of a rain, so how about I call you Night Rain?"
The cat did not move, but Chen Ge could sense its displeasure.
"Well, if you don't like such a pretentious name, how about 'Fortune'? You know, for good luck." The white cat turned its head away like it did not want to have Chen Ge in its view.
