The appearance of the Bengal cat truly brought a lot of joy to Lu Ran's life.
It would jump into his arms while he meditated,
sometimes cuddling, other times falling deeply asleep.
Occasionally, when Lu Ran felt like petting the cat, it would quickly jump away and keep its distance.
One must say, the cat really knows how to work its charm~
Who knows which heartbreaker it learned this little trick from.
Hmm... maybe it's a natural talent?
The only downside was that the little Bengal wasn't very fond of using the litter box.
However, under Lu Ran's firm but gentle coaxing, the little Bengal had no choice but to comply obediently.
The days of cultivation passed in the blink of an eye.
Time came to Mid-Autumn Festival, early in the morning.
Lu Ran made calls and sent messages to his mother and sister, then, grabbing three knives, he rushed out of the house.
"Huff~"
Lu Ran stood at the entrance of the apartment building, taking a deep breath.
