"I'll talk to you later. I think Chengfeng wants me to go with him."
"You should quickly go. This little fellow that you have raised is extremely intelligent. It's as if he has a spirit of his own. Haha!"
Zhao Zhan followed Chengfeng into the bedroom in the backyard. Chengfeng nimbly wiped his claws clean on the cotton pad at the door, then ran to the recliner and pulled the quilt on the ground with his mouth.
Zhao Zhan raised his head and saw that his lover was fast asleep on the rocking chair. Beside her was a book that she had just finished reading.
Seeing that Zhao Zhan was not moving, Chengfeng anxiously pulled the blanket and spun around.
"I know you're worried that Jiaojiao will catch a cold," Zhao Zhan said. He was afraid that the noise it made would wake her up, so he walked over to Chengfeng and held him in his arms. He used his other hand to gently cover Yue Jiaojiao with the blanket, then quietly left the room.
