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"I didn't forbid her from eating meat."
In the room, Zhuge Qing sat on the edge of her bed, her silk stockings rolled up to her knees, her delicate, smooth bare feet resting on the bed's edge, particularly dazzling in the sunlight. She lifted her head in astonishment and said blankly, "Aren't cats only supposed to eat fish?"
"Where did you get that street literature?!"
Sitting on top of Zhou Li's head, Hei Mao's golden eyes glared like two miniature suns. Offended and unwilling to let it go, the cat said, "Cats eat fish? What fish? I eat meat!"
"But you seemed very happy when I fed you fish."
Zhuge Qing put on her stockings and smoothed out the hem of her robe, laughing softly, "What? Isn't fish meat too?"
"Hmph, sweet talk."
Hei Mao, knowing she was at a disadvantage, shrank her body and muttered quietly, "How could a cat eat fish? I hate water the most."
"So, this is your cat, Taoist priest?"
