Stroking the kitten's soft fur made her feel incredibly tender-hearted.
"Little one, what's your name?"
"Meow—" Animals have their own sensibilities too. The kitten felt her friendliness and its initial panic from entering the room subsided. It stretched out its tiny paw and scratched her hand lightly, looking both well-behaved and adorable, irresistibly heart-wrenching.
Upon hearing her, Zhui Ming leaned in to pet the kitten and said with a smile, "It doesn't have a name yet."
"Do you like it?"
The man's deep and magnetic voice came through at just the right moment. Zhan Se smiled and turned her head to look.
At the entrance of the large living room, Emperor Quan and Iron Hand came in one after another.
"I like it quite a bit. What made you think of getting a cat?" Zhan Se replied with a smile.
