While he was still in a daze, Jiang Zhihan was thrown into the water.
His fur was wet and stuck to his body. It did not feel good at all.
Song Qingyou rolled up her sleeves and pressed the cat into the water. "Be good, don't move, or I'll throw you into the pot after you're clean."
Jiang Zhihan scoffed at her words. Then, he flailed his limbs and struggled desperately.
As a 'fake cat', how could he be willing to let someone help him bathe?
This was simply unacceptable!
However, the joys and sorrows of humans and cats were not connected.
Song Qingyou had great strength, and he was in the water, so he couldn't use much strength at all. It didn't take long for him to be so tired that he wanted to lie down.
But when Song Qingyou finished washing his tail and her hand slowly moved up, Jiang Zhihan really couldn't stand it anymore.
