It was magical; Xiaohua, as if understanding, slowly stopped trembling.
Qin Muyu gave Yang Yuran a 'seize the moment' look, urging her to try again and slowly reach out to touch the fluffy body.
The moment her fingers touched Xiaohua, she clearly felt its trembling intensify. If it hadn't been for Qin Muyu holding it, it would have fled just like before.
This time, Yang Yuran didn't rush things, imitating Qin Muyu's motions by slowly stroking Xiaohua's back with smooth, repeated efforts. After about half an hour, she finally earned Xiaohua's trust, and it was willing to poke its head out from Qin Muyu's arms.
"I have cat treats in my pocket, open them and give her some."
Implementing the brilliant plan to win over the cat again, Yang Yuran didn't hesitate to pull out the cat treats from Qin Muyu's pocket, tore them open, and held them in front of the tender pink nose.
