"She just bit you?" Zi Ling picked up the orange cat's hind legs and took a quiet look, then suddenly burst into laughter, "I can't blame the orange cat for biting you because this is a little female cat, who's also sensible. She has her reasons for not wanting you to touch her."
Li Qing curled his lips, "Female cats are gentler, and it's not like I've never had a cat before."
"Moreover, it's not exactly a little female cat. This guy is the same age as Jing Yan. Jing Yan has been sleeping for a thousand years, but this one hasn't slept at all. This guy is a thousand-year-old orange cat spirit; you better be careful."
Zi Ling, smiling cheerily, rubbed the orange cat's fluffy head, "No harm done, this is just a case of 'No fighting, no acquaintance.' Plus, we share the same plight; she will definitely want to take care of me, won't you, kitty?"
The orange cat meowed twice and nuzzled Zi Ling's palm with its head.
