Chapter 219: Extra Chapter Five: What If I Turned Into a Kitten 4

For example, that shirt, for example, the habit of stepping on the keyboard, for example, that innocent little expression when caught.

But I just wanted to tease her on purpose, after all, "lover turned into a cat" is absurd, but it's also quite an interesting experience.

Thinking this, he furtively picked up his phone, and with his other hand gently pinched the kitten's neck; Su Mian hadn't noticed a thing, still immersed in a very comfortable environment.

Suddenly her ear twitched, feeling a strange gust of wind, she instantly opened her eyes and saw a huge phone camera pointed at her; Su Mian startled, her pupils dilated, and she yowled, swatting the phone away.

"Meow!!!"

"Damn it, Si Shi, what did you snap now?!"

"That expression just now, she herself dare not imagine—it's so embarrassing, so hateful!"

Su Mian glared at him, her blue eyes filled with the anger saying "You're dead."

She kicked out her hind legs violently, biting at the hand holding the phone; the phone fell onto the carpet, and she then bolted straight under the sofa to hide.

Si Shi glanced at his empty lap, then glanced at the tiny tooth mark on the back of his hand, raised an eyebrow, and didn't rush to grab that furious little kitten.

After two seconds he retrieved his phone and glanced at the photo he'd just taken.

"Hmm."

"First time I've gotten a big-head shot of the kitten."

"I'll show it to Mian Mian later."

His voice was a bit loud, drifting into the living room, drifting into a certain kitten's ears.

"A big-head shot, and you want to show it to her???"

A clump of white fur froze; who knows how ugly that photo turned out, maybe it's a dazed, possessed expression.

Although Si Shi didn't know she was Su Mian……such a photo must absolutely not stay on his phone! Furthermore……she was really curious what exactly had been captured on his phone, which made Si Shi reveal a meaningful expression.

So, when someone started working again, Su Mian quietly poked her head out from under the sofa.

Her blue eyes fixed on the phone; the plan began.

First round.

She tiptoed toward the desk, her front paws just touching the edge, when a hand reached out to pinch her neck and lifted her up casually.

"What are you trying to do?"

Su Mian: "……"

She was held aloft, her four legs dangling as she feigned innocence.

"Meow."

Si Shi expressionlessly set her down at the doorway, "Out."

Second round.

Five minutes later.

She crept around behind the bookshelf preparing to ambush, just as she bit the phone's edge, her neck was pinched again and lifted; Si Shi lowered his head to look at her.

"Second time."

Then he hauled her out again.

Third round.

She even learned to pretend to just walk by.

Walk slowly.

Walk slowly.

Slowly——

She opened her mouth.

The phone just touched.

"……"

Her neck was pinched again; Si Shi lowered his head, his tone calm.

"You think I'm blind?"

Su Mian: "……"

She was tossed out of the study again; after three consecutive failures, the plush kitten sat at the doorway, its tail thumping the floor.

"I'm furious."

Force wasn't working, so she had to try a softer approach; after a while she suddenly thought of something and turned and ran.

Ten minutes later.

The study door swung open again; Si Shi looked up, and at the doorway stood the White Dumpling, this time holding a doll in her mouth.

That was the doll plushie they'd previously grabbed together at Dian Wan Cheng—a cross-eyed blue flatfish, hideously ugly.

Su Mian went around several rounds unwilling to catch it; after trying for a while she didn't catch anything, left with only one coin, she despondently went for the flatfish—and caught it in one go.

From then on, Si Shi placed it on the bedside table to "humiliate" her.

……

She slowly walked in, placing the flatfish at his feet.

Then she looked up at him.

"Meow."

Si Shi smiled, understanding her meaning.

"Bribing me?"

Su Mian nodded immediately.

Si Shi leaned back slowly against the chair.

"Want to see the photo?"

Su Mian nodded frantically; Zhou Yichen looked at her for a moment, then finally picked up his phone, opened the album, and handed it to her.

Su Mian immediately leaned over to look; the photo on the screen showed only a tuft of cat fur—clearly he hadn't had time to snap a picture before she slapped the phone away.

There were no ugly photos.

She froze, then flipped through again.

Still none.

Su Mian slowly lifted her head; Zhou Yichen looked at her, his eyes holding a faint smile.

"I was just teasing you."

The air fell silent for a second.

The next second—

"Meow——!!!"

A white paw slammed hard onto his face.

Smack.

Then Zhou Yichen got a fierce beating from a certain little cat, his whole body covered in cat claw marks, yet the corners of his mouth still held a smile, his pupils reflecting the fluffy little stuffed cat.

Thus they stayed like that until evening; Su Mian didn't know when she had fallen asleep sprawled on the sofa, and the lights went out.

The rain continued to patter against the window, tap-tap on the glass; she curled up on the mat, her nostrils filled with Zhou Yichen's scent, feeling so reassured that she quickly sank back into darkness.

No idea how much time had passed.

A burst of thunder exploded.

"Boom——"

Su Mian jolted awake, the whole cat sprang up from the mat, ears pressed tight against her head, eyes wide round.

Another flash of lightning sliced across, followed immediately by thunder.

She leapt off the sofa in fright, her four paws slipping on the floor, she staggered two steps before finding her footing, then without thinking, she dashed straight for the bedroom.

The door wasn't shut tightly.

She nudged it open with her head, jumped onto the bed, and the person on the bed stirred.

"Huh?"

Zhou Yichen's voice was thick with sleep, low and muffled.

Su Mian didn't have time to think about anything else; the whole cat burrowed into the quilt, all the way to his chest before stopping.

Another clap of thunder.

She shuddered, burying her face in his sleepwear.

A cat's hearing is far more sensitive than a human's; that thunder drilled into Su Mian's ears like a raging flood beast, making her tremble all over.

Now she had no hands to cover her ears; she could only rely on herself, shoving hard into Zhou Yichen's embrace, hoping to smother herself so she'd hear nothing.

She curled her whole cat body into a tiny ball, her head pressed against his chin, her forepaws resting on his chest, her tail curled under her belly.

Thunder rumbled on.

She buried her face in his sleepwear, inhaling his pleasant scent, and gradually stopped trembling.

The space above fell quiet for a moment.

Then she felt that hand lift and gently land on her back.

One, two.

Stroking slowly along the direction of her fur.

Su Mian's tail tip twitched, and an involuntary little purr escaped her throat.

In her daze, she heard him whisper softly.

"Mian Mian..."

"It's a…… clever little cat."

……

And you're saying that?

Su Mian snorted twice with her breath, fell into sleep; the rain outside softened, her body grew warm, her ears and tail vanished, and the health ring returned to her wrist.

Two phones lay on the bedside table; everything had returned to normal, just like every day before.

Perhaps it was just a dream—a funny, nostalgic dream—that became a hazy memory tucked into the Hui Yi Chang Lang.

Perhaps one day, even if I truly can't change back, we'll still be together—eating together, sleeping together, watching movies together, traveling together.

I've long grown accustomed to your presence, no matter what you become.

Even if you were still a little cat this morning, and I've turned into a little snake.

I'll still pull open the curtains and say good morning to you.

Look, sunlight filters through the screen; a new day, just like every day spent with you.

"Hiss—"

Good morning.

"Meow—"

You too.