The cat pounced straight at her.
Sang Yan was so startled that she froze.
Pei Muyang saw this and quickly said, "Lord Sang, don't be afraid. This cat is very understanding of humans and doesn't hurt people."
Indeed, the cat did not hurt anyone.
It pounced on Sang Yan.
Sang Yan wanted to push it away, but it was indeed very human-like, sticking out its little red tongue to lick her palm, then rubbing its soft head against her chin and neck.
Fine then.
True charm may be late, but it never fails to show up.
When the cat extended its two front paws, meekly gesturing a bow, Sang Yan truly fell for it.
"Has it been named yet?"
She looked toward Pei Muyang.
"Not yet. The Emperor is waiting for Lord Sang to name it."
Pei Muyang answered with a smile.
Sang Yan then began to think, "Hmm... Let's call it Snowball."
Pei Muyang smiled in response, "This servant will go tell the Emperor right away."
"Wait—"
