Chapter 217: Extra Chapter Three: What If I Turned Into a Little Cat 2

She recalled that when Shi Shi accompanied Su Mian while petting cats, most of the time she just helped her hold the cat teaser, cat treats, etc., watching her pet, without doing it herself.

Although he didn't show a lack of interest, one could tell he wasn't interested.

Moreover…… I'm this dirty and wet, and he didn't kick me away, which is already giving me face.

What to do? How to let him know I'm Su Mian, how to get him to bring me home?

In the midst of brainstorming, Shi Shi had already closed the car door, opened his umbrella, and was preparing to go upstairs.

Su Mian couldn't care less, she meowed a few times and followed up, pressing a paw against the man's leather shoe, the mud print very obvious.

Su Mian: …… It wasn't intentional.

Shi Shi lowered his head to look at the muddy paw print on his shoe, then glanced at the dirty little stuffed cat, his expression unclear, but he also had no intention of driving her away; he walked home with his umbrella, and Su Mian followed him all the way to the doorstep.

"Um, the statement will be released next month; first organize the data."

……

As the door was about to close, Su Mian took a healthy step forward, squeezed through the gap, making no sound at all.

Just as she felt relieved, her body instinctively shook, flinging off all the water; mud specks and rainwater flew everywhere, dirtying the carpet, shoe cabinet, and someone's pant legs.

Droplets trailed down from her exploding fur, and she completely failed to notice Shi Shi's voice pause, he hung up the phone and slowly lowered his head.

The air was so quiet only the rain sound remained.

This damn instinctive reaction.

She wouldn't be thrown out by Shi Shi, would she?

Feeling guilty, she saw Shi Shi put his phone on the shoe cabinet, then bend over.

His long fingers reached over and pinched the back of her neck.

Su Mian instinctively closed her eyes; oh no, she was about to be picked up.

But after a while, she felt no raindrops hitting, no cold wind blowing; when she opened her eyes again, she found herself already in the restroom.

Afterwards she was wrapped in a soft darkness, the whole cat gently lifted.

The rough texture of the towel came through her soaked fur, carrying a faint detergent scent and the familiar smell from Shi Shi's body.

From her back to tail, then to her soaked limbs, even her ears were gently pinched; Su Mian instinctively narrowed her eyes, then suddenly heard a loud engine roar, the cat jerked her head up, eyes wide.

What sound? So noisy.

She tilted her head to listen, but couldn't find the source; the only possibility was that the sound came from herself.

……

She was purring.

Su Mian felt embarrassed, wanted to bury her face, then heard someone's laugh, angrily bit him a mouthful, then licked with her tongue.

The water in the sink was changed several times, finally she was wiped clean, then held and blown dry with a hair dryer.

This sound was even worse, so unpleasant she wanted to cover her ears, struggled to run, but was held back.

"If you run again, I'll give you a bath."

"Meow—"

Su Mian didn't dare move, gave a soft protest, lay on his leg, the hair dryer moved to her back, she turned over, lying on her back to look at his face.

What a face, flawless from every angle.

Su Mian sighed, then immediately wondered, doesn't Shi Shi dislike cats? Especially this dirty stray cat.

Even just now, when she was soaked through, Shi Shi didn't want to get close, he lifted her by the scruff of the neck into the house.

The hair dryer kept blowing until she completely turned back into a fluffy White Dumpling; Shi Shi turned off the dryer, got up, grabbed a cushion and tossed it in the corner of the sofa, then moved the whole cat onto the pad.

He turned and walked toward the bathroom, probably to deal with his wet pant legs.

Su Mian lay on the pad, watching his back disappear behind the door, the whole cat sank into thought.

Good news: she successfully entered the house.

Bad news: she is now a cat.

Worse news: how can she let him know she is Su Mian?

Water sounds came from the bathroom; Su Mian perked her ears, suddenly thought of an idea. She jumped off the sofa, stepped softly to the bathroom door, and raised her paw.

The door wasn't closed tightly.

She used her head to pry open a gap, saw Shi Shi bending over at the Water Pool washing his hands, sleeves rolled up, revealing his distinct forearms, the water splashing, he didn't turn back.

Su Mian took a deep breath, then with all her strength shouted his name in her heart.

Shi Shi.

Shi Shi!

Shi Shi!!!

The man turned off the faucet, pulled out a paper towel to wipe his hands, showing no reaction at all.

Su Mian slumped dejectedly by the door crack, well, how did she forget that their creepy "thought communication" only works in the Script world; in reality, even if she screamed hoarse, he couldn't hear her.

As an Arbiter, Su Mian could communicate telepathically with all Arbiters, to handle sudden situations in the Instance when players couldn't speak out.

So what to do?

Shi Shi treating her like this obviously comes from his liking of cats; if he saw she hadn't returned for a day, he'd surely be anxious.

Moreover, the wristband fell into the water, unknown if it can still be positioned.

She stared at his back, her mind racing.

Writing? She has no hands.

Pointing out? The family photo hung too high for her to reach.

Phone? Not mentioning whether her phone, dropped in water, could still work; would Shi Shi let a "stray cat" touch her phone? Answer: no.

The man in the bathroom turned around, lowered his head, and saw that fluffy head poking through the door crack.

He paused.

……

Su Mian awkwardly shrank her neck.

Shi Shi opened the door and stepped out, looking down at the white clump by his feet. Su Mian lifted her head and met his gaze, her blue eyes wide open.

The person and the cat just stared at each other.

Then she saw him bend down.

His long fingers reached over and flicked her forehead.

If you keep peeking, I'm leaving.

Su Mian: "……"

She glared at him and let out a meow.

I'm not leaving; this is my home.

Shi Shi ignored her and headed straight for the kitchen; Su Mian followed behind, watching him open the fridge, take out something, then chop it up and put it in a small dish.

The aroma of boiled chicken breast drifted over; her stomach growled just in time, the dish was placed on the ground, Su Mian lowered her head to look at the chicken, then lifted her head to look at him.

"Eat up." He said, then turned and walked toward the study, stopping halfway, "Don't get on the sofa."

As expected, he still doesn't like little cats.

Su Mian sighed, lowered her head and took a bite of chicken; her sense of taste sharpened, the meat's fresh sweetness melted on her tongue.

After finishing the chicken, Su Mian licked her paws, used her head to push open the bedroom door, jumped from the bed onto the wardrobe, and pulled out a shirt inside.

This was the shirt she had promised him, brought back from the Mountain Village Bride instance by the two of them.

Although they weren't married yet, one day Su Mian had worn just the shirt to show him.