First, she hung it up to dry, then Yang Yuran washed away her exhaustion and luxuriously applied a face mask. She went downstairs to fetch the fruit and cream ice cream Qin Muyu had made from the fridge, taking a big bite out of the rabbit-shaped ears.
With Qin Muyu away on a business trip, she could indulge in ice cream freedom.
Xiaohua and its three companions circled around her feet, rubbing and meowing. They looked up at the ice cream in her hand, licking their nose tips and hinting they wanted some too.
"Ice cream is poisonous, little cats can't eat it, it's too cold and not good for your stomach."
Yang Yuran coldly refused, putting on a stern face and imitating the expression Qin Muyu used when teaching her.
The four kittens' cries became more and more pitiful, with Xiaohua taking the lead in laying on the ground, paws up in the air, playing the cute card.
