Why bother with dating when you already have a cat?

"Could you tell me before you turn into a human?" Ai Qing was speechless. She glanced at Xiao Yu, who was wearing a white dress, and finally fixed her gaze on Xiao Yu's bare little feet.

There was something Ai Qing hadn't had time to write down in her diary yet.

This is what he discovered last night after the little fish turned into a human.

At this moment, Xiaoyu transformed into a human again, and Ai Qing reached out and grabbed Xiaoyu's ankle before her feet touched the floor. Then she leaned in and took a look at the soles of her feet.

Fair and tender, spotless.

It looks like a small pudding ice cream cone shaped like a foot.

Moreover, it was tiny, not even as big as Ai Qing's open palm.

He's not a pervert, nor does he have any special fetish.

It was simply a judgment on one thing—the little fish's feet were clean.

Their feet were much cleaner than his, a man who always wore slippers and never walked barefoot.

Yesterday afternoon, Ai Qing tested the storage capacity of the little fish. The umbrella in her hand was the one she had used on a rainy day before, and there were some stains on the umbrella lid.

The left pocket of his backpack had previously contained beverage bottles, and because the drinks had leaked out, there was a stain on one side.

However, after being stored by the little fish once and then taken out again, the two items are exactly the same as brand new.

So Ai Qing wondered if the little fish, when it turned back into a cat, meant it wouldn't bring back anything dirty.

Thinking this, Ai Qing put down Xiao Yu's feet and glanced at the collar of her dress again.

"really."

Ai Qing said.

"The handwriting on it is gone."

Last night, to verify this, he even drew a tally mark on the little fish's collar.

They're all gone now.

After confirming this fact, Ai Qing's eyes lit up as she looked at Xiao Yu, and she couldn't help but press Xiao Yu's shoulder: "Isn't this the perfect washing machine? Xiao Yu, you're amazing!"

Little Fish blinked, not quite understanding what Ai Qing was saying yet, but could vaguely sense that Ai Qing seemed to be praising her.

So much so that Little Fish laughed happily, even though she didn't know why she was happy.

But if Ai Qing is happy, then she is happy.

"Come here, let me put your shoes on."

Ai Qing took out a pair of clean white socks and had Xiao Yu sit sideways on the sofa, with her two fair and tender little legs resting on Ai Qing's thighs.

"Sit still and don't move around."

After these days of hard work, Xiaoyu can now understand some words.

When Ai Qing speaks these short sentences, Xiao Yu can roughly understand their meaning.

The point is to tell her not to move.

Xiaoyu remained obediently still, since her calves were in contact with Aiqing, and the warm current from Aiqing would continuously flow into her body along her calves.

Very comfortable.

So she didn't resist and let Ai Qing grab her toes.

To be honest, Ai Qing had never worn socks for anyone before, let alone for such a cute and pretty little girl.

Especially the little girl's feet are so pink and delicate, like a work of art.

The little fish that had just become human was indeed spotless, and the free space washing machine was truly effective.

These feet were so clean that there wasn't even a trace of foot odor, and they even had a faint, indescribable body fragrance, making it impossible for anyone to feel any repulsion. On the contrary, one couldn't help but want to get close to them.

Fortunately, Ai Qing had great composure. After opening the packaging of the white socks, she carefully put the socks on Xiao Yu by stretching the top of the socks open.

The socks extend only to below the ankle, perfectly showcasing a girl's delicate and slender ankles.

Pairing it with clean white sneakers can also make your legs look longer.

Although Ai Qing didn't understand these tricks, Xiao Youqian clearly knew more and bought very matching items.

If Xiaoyu were to change into that JK uniform and wear white sneakers again, she would probably turn heads on the street.

Holding Xiaoyu's two feet, Ai Qing helped her put on her white socks, then reached out and opened the shoebox.

Take out the white sneakers, untie the shoelaces, and Ai Qing put the white sneakers on her.

Fortunately, he had taken the time to measure Xiaoyu's foot size beforehand, and it was only size 35, which was also the size he had saved in his shopping cart.

So the white sneakers I bought fit perfectly, not too loose or too tight.

Ai Qing helped Xiao Yu put on her shoes and then carefully tied a bow on her shoelaces.

After confirming that everything was alright, he clapped his hands, signaling that Xiaoyu could retract her foot.

But Xiaoyu clearly didn't understand. She blinked and remained sitting there, enjoying the warm current flowing into Ai Qing's body.

"What are you standing there for?" Ai Qing tapped her forehead. "Get up, get up, walk around on the ground for a bit, and see if it's suitable."

As she said this, Ai Qing lifted Xiao Yu's legs down, stood up, and held Xiao Yu's hands to help her stand on her feet.

"Come on, try walking on two feet." Ai Qing took her hand and slowly taught her to walk in the living room.

Little Fish also tried hard, carefully lifting her foot to feel the texture of the sole, feeling rather uncomfortable.

Ai Qing wanted to try letting go and let Xiao Yu try to walk a few steps without holding on.

But as soon as she let go, Xiaoyu acted as if she were drowning, quickly reaching out her hands to grab Ai Qing tightly, and half of her body fell into his arms.

"Never mind, let's take it slow." Ai Qing sighed. "Still a silly cat."

"Hmm?" The little fish in my arms looked up, blinked, and stammered, "No...no, not stupid."

Chapter 36 Reading and Writing

[Dear author friend]

【恭喜！您的作品《我的青梅会变成猫》将在2023-03-22 00:00:00获得启点新书第2轮推荐】

Upon seeing this message, Ai Qing sat in her chair, leaned back, and let out a long sigh.

Looking at the fact that his book had just reached 2000 favorites, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

I vaguely remember that when his last book, with 300,000 words, was finally published, it only had a little over 2,000 favorites.

With only 100 initial subscriptions, the percentage of readers paying for subscriptions was quite dismal.

Fortunately, his updates became more consistent afterward, and the editor gave him a small recommendation on a category page, which resulted in a slight increase in his earnings.

The previous book only had a little over 6000 favorites by the time it was finished, and the average subscription rate barely reached 500, which was the baseline for receiving the subsequent full attendance bonus.

And what about this book?

It's only less than 90,000 words long, but it already has 2000 favorites.

This Sunday, the new book entered its second round of recommendation competition, and the traffic was even greater than in the first round.

If we can gain a few thousand more favorites, we can enter the third or fourth round, or even the legendary "Galaxy Recommendation" for newcomers...

Ai Qing doesn't dare to think about it anymore.

For a nobody like him, with hundreds of books competing at the same time, the challenge is to stand out and become one of the top ten or so, securing a spot on the Galaxy Recommendation list.

It's incredibly difficult, practically hellish.

Although for some big shots, this is as simple as eating and drinking.

Ai Qing stopped thinking about it and focused on writing her book.

He would be satisfied as long as the data was better than the previous book when it was released, and the average number of subscriptions could reach 500 within three months of its release.

If he works full-time and tries his best to update 6000 words a day, with an average subscription of 500, he can earn more than 4,000 yuan in royalties every month.

Half of it is used to pay rent and utilities.

The remaining half was his and Xiaoyu's living expenses.

He usually cooks for himself, and his food expenses are about a thousand yuan a month.

Xiaoyu's monthly food expenses are about two or three hundred yuan.

If you're careful with your spending, you can still save a few hundred yuan each month.

If this book performs even better, there will be more room for maneuver.

Leaning back in her chair, Ai Qing closed her eyes and curled the corners of her mouth, already imagining a wonderful future.

"Ouch!"

Ai Qing, who was sitting in the chair, suddenly called out.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Xiaoyu had jumped from the table into her arms, found a comfortable spot on Ai Qing's lap, and curled up into a little fluffy ball.

"Have you gained weight?" Ai Qing poked her forehead.

Whether or not she understood what Ai Qing was saying, Xiao Yu surprisingly opened her mouth and bit his finger.

It wasn't a heavy bite at all; I just gave it a light bite and then started licking it.

Ai Qing felt a little itchy from being licked, so she withdrew her hand and scratched Xiao Yu's chin. Xiao Yu then squinted her eyes and showed a very comfortable and enjoyable expression.

Just as Ai Qing was playing with the little fish, the doorbell rang.

Xiaoyu reacted much faster than Aiqing. She jumped down in a flash, ran to the door, and hopped open the bedroom door.

Then he dashed all the way to the door.

Ai Qing quickly followed him out, only to see Xiao Yu obediently squatting at the door, looking up at him with an expression that seemed to ask, "Should I open the door?"

Ai Qing didn't know how she figured it out, but she nodded subconsciously: "Open the door."

Then the little fish jumped and opened the door to the house very easily.

I originally thought it would be Xiao Youqian outside the door, or that guy Kong Fugui.

It turned out to be a little boy standing outside the door.