So, Shen Lan carried this little white cat home. The kitten was very well-behaved, promptly licking Shen Lan's fingers as soon as they got home.
Shen Lan held a few cans of cat food in her hand coincidentally and opened one without a thought, patting the kitten's head, "What do you think we should name it?"
Cheng Yanqing was reading a book and nonchalantly suggested, "How about Xiao Bai (Little White)?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Lan's eyebrows furrowed and disgust vividly painted across her face, "How could we name it Xiao Bai? That name is too cliché, I don't like it at all."
"I quite like it though," Cheng Yanqing said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "It's simple and clear. How nice."
The kitten, to everyone's surprise also turned its head as if it seemed to disapprove of the name.
Shen Lan laughed when she saw it, "Look, even the kitten can't stand the name you suggested. How can you still defend it?"
