Beiting Huang reached into his clothes with a shaking hand, and when his fingertips touched the furry object, he almost shivered all over; he actually felt a warm and soft thing gently lick his skin.
Almost without thinking, Beiting Huang pinched the fur of the little creature and pulled it out. When their limbs and eyes met, within Beiting Huang's dark eyes, reflected a pair of the little one's purple pupils, spinning round and round, like two purple grapes embedded in pools of quicksilver.
"Are you him? Are you?" Beiting Huang muttered, as if unwilling to allow the tiny furball no bigger than a palm to answer. He cupped it with both hands and drew it into his embrace, holding it gently.
Beiting Huang's face pressed against the fur of the little furball, whose black fur was as smooth as satin. The petite limbs, a short spiral tail resting on its back, and two little ears the size of a Little Finger, fluttered lightly upon hearing Beiting Huang's whispered mutterings.
