Besides lying down, I also know a little about power struggles

Chapter 96 Are You Bald Today?
Hu Zi and Xiao Nian looked at each other, both a little surprised.

Feng Twelve had never asked about this before, but since he asked, Hu Zi told him everything. Feng Twelve showed no impatience at all and even asked questions when he heard something interesting. The question and answer process lasted for nearly half an hour.

"I understand." Feng Twelve asked and let Hu Zi leave.

Xiao Nian observed from the side and said, "Your Highness, do you want to go to the market?"

"Yeah." After Feng Twelve finished speaking, he ignored Xiaonian's surprised expression, went straight into the inner room, spread out his pen and ink, and began to write the rectification document to the government office.

That night, the light in Feng Twelve's room was on for a long time, but the candle in Fang Tong's room was turned off early, and it was quiet and silent.

The next morning, Feng Twelve looked at the rattan basket in Xiaonian's hand, and made eye contact with the kitten in the basket. He pondered for a moment: "...Where is Fang Tong?"

Xiao Nian looked bewildered. "Miss Fang said she had something to do and had to go out for a while. She asked me to go to her room later to feed her cat. When I went in, the little fairy was already on her desk."

Ever since Fang Tong appeared in human form, Feng Twelve threw the wicker basket to her in the name of asking her to take care of the injured kitten. Others just thought that the kitten was being well taken care of in the basket, but they didn't know that the cat in the basket had already turned into a human.

As the only person who knew about this, Feng Twelve looked at Fang Tong who had turned into a cat again, and was silent for a while. He then said to Xiaonian, "Since you've got it, just put it here."

The table in front of him was filled with shrimp porridge delivered from the porridge shop, as well as a tray of steaming soup dumplings. When Feng Twelve first arrived, he wanted to call Fang Tong to have dinner together, but thinking that she might not have slept well last night, he did not disturb her. Unexpectedly, she changed her mind so suddenly without even saying hello.

Xiaonian put the wicker basket on the chair beside the table and left the dining room.

"Would you like to eat together?" Feng Twelve asked the little square cat in the basket.

Fang Tong meowed and wagged his tail.

Feng Twelve stretched out his hands to hug her, but he saw her kick her hind legs, jump onto the dining table easily, and lie down opposite him.

Feng Twelve's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. He chuckled softly and sat back in his chair.

"Soup dumplings or porridge?" he asked.

Fang Tong raised his paw and pointed at the steamer. Of course, it was the soup dumplings. Although the shrimp porridge tasted good, it was inevitable that it would get all over the face. It was still cleaner to eat the soup dumplings.

Feng Twelve took an empty plate, picked up a soup dumpling for her and placed it in front of her.

"Why did you suddenly turn into a cat again?" He asked calmly, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

Fang Tong shook his head. He was not feeling uncomfortable anywhere, but he just didn't want to face him as a human for the time being.

She originally wanted to stay quietly in the room, like a blank-headed kitten who didn't care about the world. But when Xiaonian saw her, he picked her up, as if she should have dinner at the same table with Feng Twelve.

But the person she least wanted to see right now was him.

Fang Tong lowered his head to sniff the soup dumpling, then touched it lightly with his mouth. The soup dumplings in this shop have thin skin, rich fillings and plenty of soup. A light bite will burst out the delicious soup, but if the timing is not right, it will burn a layer of skin on the upper palate.

She had eaten at this restaurant several times and had already figured it out. Judging from the temperature when it touched her lips, she knew it would need to be left for a while at least.

She looked up and saw Feng Twelve picking up a soup dumpling and bringing it to his mouth. It looked like he wanted to take a bite, so she couldn't help but scream.

Feng Twelve paused with the chopsticks in his hand and glanced at her.

Fang Tong shook his paws and wrote a big word on the table: hot.

She wrote it out of thin air, and she didn't know whether Feng Twelve understood it or not. She just saw him smile slowly and put the soup bag back into the bowl.

"If you're not feeling unwell anywhere, why do you want to turn into a cat?" He put down his chopsticks and asked casually.

Fang Tong rolled his eyes, shook his beard, and lay down on the table.

"Because you're afraid?" Feng Twelve continued, "Or...what are you worried about?"

He heard from Fang Tong that she had mastered the ability to transform, but each transformation consumed strength, so she would not transform for no reason. She was a strong person, and although Liu Congwen's death last night had a shock to her, he did not think she would escape from reality because of this.

Facing his inquiring eyes, Fang Tong sighed quietly in his heart.

She was not afraid nor worried, she just wanted to try and see if those strange thoughts from last night could let her go if she turned into a cat.

She looked away and looked at the soup dumpling in front of her. Without thinking, she bit into it. The boiling hot soup gushed out and burned her so much that she shrank back.

She covered her mouth with her paws and said that one should not be distracted while eating. She just remembered to remind Feng Twelve, but she forgot when it was her turn.

A big hand reached out and pinched her face.

Feng Twelve looked at the kitten's lips and let her go.

"Didn't you say it was hot?" He said with a hint of helplessness, picking up the soup bowl beside him and handing it over, "This is a bowl of snow-soaked drink, it's cold, rinse your mouth."

Fang Tong moved closer to the bowl, stuck out her tongue and licked it gently. The cool drink wrapped around the tip of her tongue, making her feel better.

She licked it gently a few times, tasting the sweet and sour taste in her mouth, and suddenly thought, has Zi Feng Twelve ever drunk this bowl of drink?

She suddenly choked and coughed, took her face out of the bowl, and sneezed several times in succession.

Feng Twelve looked at her wet mouth hair, raised his eyebrows, grabbed her neck, held her in front of him, took out a handkerchief to wipe the water off her face: "Why are you so careless?"

The more casually he asked, the more uneasy Fang Tong became.

This overly familiar tone and overly gentle attitude made it hard not to think too much.

She raised her eyes to look at Feng Twelve's face. There was no extra expression on that handsome face. There seemed to be some warmth in his eyes, but also like there was nothing at all.

Fang Tong pressed the handkerchief against his mouth with one paw, broke free from Feng Twelve's hand, rubbed his face with the handkerchief between his two front paws, dropped the handkerchief, turned around and jumped back across the table.

There was a hint of caution in her round eyes, and Feng Twelve saw it, a little confused.

He thought for a moment: "Did I hurt you just now?"

As he spoke, his eyes moved to her back.

Fang Tong was stunned and realized what he was looking at. He was looking at the wound on her back.

Her wounds have almost healed, and with time, they will heal completely. But the bad thing is that when the veterinarian in Linshui County treated her, he shaved off most of the hair on her back, so now she is a bald cat!

Fang Tong couldn't see her back, but she suddenly felt a chill, as if the wind was blowing on her exposed skin.

She couldn't help but think of the common hair loss advertisements among modern people: Are you bald today? After three months of treatment, my hair loss was finally cured.

She suddenly turned around, facing Feng Twelve with her butt, tucked her tail behind her, and curled up into a ball.

Feng Twelve could see that she seemed angry, although he didn't understand why she was angry.

He stood up, walked around the table and looked down at her.

"What happened?" he asked in a low voice.

Fang Tong felt like an unreasonable girlfriend. Bah, not a girlfriend. Fang Tong felt like an unreasonable Party A, taking advantage of Party B's good temper to act bossy.

She sighed and stretched out her right claw to scratch a few times.

“…Ugly?” Feng Twelve recognized the word she had written in the air.

(End of this chapter)