Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

Seeing Lucifer's calm demeanor, his aunt breathed a sigh of relief. All the "young girls" in the family liked him so much; she was truly afraid he might do something irrational in a moment of impulse.

I've managed to barely hold back for now.

But perhaps the current restraint will erupt even more violently when the time is right?

At least the seamstress always felt uneasy standing nearby. Although the people here didn't exude any imposing aura, her intuition told her they were terrifying.

Yuqian stroked her mother Raphael's dazzling golden hair, looked at the senior tailor, suddenly thought of something, opened her mouth, and quickly said—

"Yes, right, senior tailor!"

Her voice was a little loud, attracting everyone's attention. Yuqian blushed slightly, feeling embarrassed, and lowered her head, speaking softly as she said—

"Senior tailor...do you like cats?"

"Ok?"

The tailor was taken aback at first, then looked at Yuqian's innocent expression, which seemed to be hinting at something to her, and couldn't help but feel a chill.

Difficult, could it be... referring to that matter...?

The tailor's face suddenly flushed red, and she instinctively hid the black briefcase she was carrying behind her back. Thinking of the "special equipment" inside, she felt guilty and stammered—

"Should I... *sobs* say... do I like you...?"

"Hey?"

Yuqian watched as her senior tailor suddenly panicked, his behavior becoming very strange.

He didn't know what he was saying. His dark gray-blue eyes were somewhat unfocused. He didn't know what to do with his hands and feet. His hands waved around randomly, and his boots rubbed nervously against the floor.

Her face was still flushed...

Yu Qian opened her mouth slightly. This senior tailor was a bit strange. It seemed that the cool and reliable senior she used to be had a somewhat collapsed image... and had become a little cute?

But why is that?

Yuqian couldn't figure out the reason, but she watched as the senior tailor became more and more incoherent.

I didn't want to, but he wanted to see me, so I couldn't stop him. I just wanted to get information from him, not because I liked it. I like cats, but I'm not a cat myself...

I can't understand it at all.

Yu Qian flattened one of her slender palms, placed the other hand against her palm, made a stopping gesture, and said—

"Stop, senior tailor, please stop. I was just asking if you like cats. My dad has an adorable white cat at home."

That's right, that's Yuqian's real goal. She wanted to help the senior tailor and Boss Liuli recognize each other directly. Knowing that the tailor had been searching for so many years, Yuqian naturally couldn't bear it.

"Meow?"

Liuli, who was nestled in her cat bed, lost in thought, suddenly became unusually serious with her blue eyes, a stark contrast to her usual carefree and arrogant queen cat self.

Stupid owner...

It's annoying, but it was just taken away like that...

Her blue eyes sparkled.

Then, suddenly sensing that someone had noticed it, the little white cat raised its head, let out a cute meow, and then suddenly felt a tightness on its scalp.

His blue eyes were crystal clear, reflecting a deep gray-blue shadow.

"..."

Liuli and the tailor stared at each other, one looking up from the cat's bed on the coffee table, the other looking down from beside the table.

It's been a long time.

This was Liuli's first thought, but in reality, it wasn't exactly a long-awaited reunion for her, as she had saved the child's life before.

But for the tailor, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

She and she were so close.

within reach.

Liuli's eyes widened slightly.

The tailor reached out and into her cat bed, gently lifting her front paws and raising them in front of him.

If anyone other than Chen Ming wants to hold Liuli, it depends on her mood. Generally, proud cats are not affectionate, and when they are allowed to be petted, they act superior, as if it's a reward.

This time, she was unusually obedient and let the tailor pick her up.

"Senior tailor..."

Aunt and Yuqian clenched their fists nervously as they watched them get so close.

Chapter 681 The Old Monster Deceives the Little Witch

The tailor was startled when Yuqian asked him if he liked cats.

I thought Chen Ming wasn't the only one who knew about the catgirl; he'd told others too. So, she wasn't just putting on a show for him; there were actually so many other people in his family...

The tailor glanced around at his family members—children, adults, and even two of them were acquaintances and juniors. What if they saw him dressed as a catgirl…

Is my life as a witch senior coming to an end?

Yuqian and Xiaomei might even look at him strangely, saying things like, "So this is what kind of person the tailor senior is... What kind of public execution is this?!"

grunt.

The tailor swallowed hard, gripping his black briefcase tightly. His once unwavering resolve had now completely crumbled.

This is actually my own social death crisis?

Fortunately, Yuqian interrupted the tailor's rambling thoughts in time and quickly said—

"Actually, my dad has a white cat at home. If you like cats, you can hug it."

"Hey?"

So, saying whether you like cats or not is just a literal interpretation? Unlike before, after he made that opening remark, he showed himself pictures of catgirls and made all sorts of suggestive remarks...

Although she sensed that Yuqian was hinting at something, which made the tailor somewhat uneasy, she took a deep breath to calm herself down and carefully followed up on Yuqian's topic—

"Kitty, I like you..."

But turning into a cat is still a bit...

shy.

Yuqian's eyes lit up. She took her hand and led her to the coffee table, pointed to the white ball in the cat's bed, and said—

"Senior tailor, look, isn't it cute?"

"Meow?"

The tailor was slightly taken aback when she saw the white cat raise its head, its clear blue eyes reflecting her own image.

It's a really cute cat.

With its snow-white fur and blue eyes, it exudes a noble, elegant, and beautiful aura.

There's also a sense of familiarity.

The tailor instinctively reached out and gently picked up the cat. He thought it would run away, but surprisingly it didn't; the tailor himself wasn't very popular with cats.

She held the white cat up by its front paws in front of her and stared intently at it; the cat's body was stretched a little long by gravity.

"How...how is it?"

Xiaomei asked a question with some nervousness, and the tailor opened his mouth slightly and said—

"Yes, it is indeed a very cute cat."

"...That's it? Nothing...?"

Yuqian was clearly getting anxious. She had already touched it, so why hadn't she recognized it yet? This wasn't what her father had said. Hadn't he already hinted at the matter of the catgirl from the tailor's perspective? Seeing a cat that resembled the Boss so much, she should have recognized it immediately.

What went wrong?

Is Daddy mistaken?

Auntie twitched her lips. Sure enough, all that guy was good at was bullying girls; he couldn't do anything else right.

Now she's been kidnapped; she's just causing trouble.

Thinking of that rascal, Auntie puffed out her cheeks and shook her head, her expression becoming somewhat charming and innocent, like a young girl who was disgusted with her boyfriend.

What should we do? Should we give the experienced tailor some more pointers?

Aunt and Yuqian exchanged a glance.

Liuli recovered from her initial surprise. Although she hadn't expected that she would be found after staying here all this time, she hadn't expected it to happen so soon.

The two women, one big and one small, seemed to be exchanging glances, probably plotting against him. It was likely the idea of ​​that stupid, kidnapped owner.

Seriously, they're still causing trouble even in heaven.

Liuli complained—

"Hey, hey, hey, this is going too far with cheating."

Only Yuqian and her aunt could hear these words, which startled them, and they looked at Liuli's helpless eyes with some embarrassment.

Indeed, doing this now is already cheating. If the hints were even more outrageous, Liuli might not accept the result.

The tailor's wish was dashed.

There was nothing she could do; the seamstress herself was on her own now, as no one else could help her.

"What else?"

The tailor tilted her head and hugged the cat to her chest. The white cat lay on her black leather coat, and the cool, witch-like woman and the soft cat looked so harmonious at that moment.

She sat on the sofa, her legs slightly turned inward, her feet in leather boots. She cradled the cat between her thighs and lower abdomen, gently stroking it, her eyes softening, and said—

"Perhaps I'm a little obsessed. Every little clue reminds me of her. Now, even seeing a cat makes me feel like I know her. Its white fur looks like her hair, and its blue eyes are just as noble and bright..."

"..."

Liuli looked at her and felt that the other woman was almost recognizing her, but the tailor's next words abruptly ended her thoughts.

The tailor said—