After spitting out the wine in its mouth, Qing Guang looked up and stuck out its pink tongue to complain to Xia Houqing,
"Meow, meow, meow!"
How could he let a cat drink wine?!
The man and cat looked at each other again.
Xia Houqing sat upright again, his thin lips pursed. The blush on his cheeks deepened, as if he had been dyed in rouge.
"You don't like it?" Xia Houqing asked gently. He looked obedient but also a little uneasy.
Cats had always been the type to push their luck. Once Xia Houqing took a step back, Qing Guang took another step forward. Its arrogance increased as it waved its claws at Xia Houqing.
"Meow, meow, meow, meow!"
After meowing unhappily, it felt that its mouth was choked and bitter. It was still unhappy, so it scratched his sleeve, rubbed its face on him, and wiped its mouth. Its pink flesh stepped on his sleeve until it was covered in wet plum blossom marks.
