Russell was suddenly embraced by Cui Que, which startled him slightly, his pupils unconsciously narrowing into slits and his tail instinctively sticking straight up.
Cui Que held Russell, silent; she casually picked up his tail and gently massaged it until the cat's tail softened again.
Feeling the warm temperature of Cui Que's body and smelling the reassuring fragrance from her hair, Russell's body, initially tensed to stiffness, gradually relaxed.
He had been standing straight in place, as if he was being punished.
But after Cui Que embraced him, it was as if he melted in the warmth.
Russell's softening body leaned forward, as though he were about to melt entirely in Cui Que's arms.
Russell was one meter sixty-five tall, which was considered short even among men with small feline spirit-animals; Cui Que was four centimeters taller than he was.
For a girl, a height of one meter sixty-nine without high heels—Cui Que's height—could already be considered tall.
