I was approached by a cat-eared girl.

"husband....."

"Hmm?" Chen Shuo had just closed his eyes, ready to continue his sweet dream, when he heard this soft call and couldn't help but open his eyes again. "You're still awake?"

"Hmm..." Bai Xiaoqi responded, then sniffed, "The smell of alcohol seems to have dissipated..."

"......"

"..."

Chen Shuo's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it turned into a sigh.

No rest tonight.

I kind of miss that little cat who used to blush easily and was so shy.

The End.

Chapter 358 Author's Closing Remarks

The End.

When I typed those three words, I didn't know what I felt. Perhaps it was relief, or perhaps it was a sense of loss.

Actually, it should have ended a long time ago. I wanted to end it at the beginning of the month, right after I gave birth to my twins, so that everything could stay at that point in time.

But then I thought about it and realized that I hadn't written about the cat girl being able to drive yet, and there were still many parts I hadn't written about, so I started to extend the writing. But the more I wrote, the more painful it became, because I've never raised a child.

So I didn't know how to proceed with the storyline and kept looking for an opportunity to end it, but after searching and searching, I still couldn't find a suitable point, so I simply ended it here.

It might give readers the feeling of an abrupt ending, but it's not a bad ending. Everything that needed to be written has been written, and there's not much to write about in this kind of book, so there's no such thing as a bad ending.

All the plot developments follow the same thread: dating, marriage, and having children.

Then interspersed with various kissing, hugging, and intimate scenes.

In short, congratulations on the completion!

Although the storyteller has stopped writing, the lives of the people in the story continue, and we wish everyone a happy life.

Anya's decision to live a lonely life seems tragic, but I don't plan to pair her up with a partner. Being single is actually quite nice, and it's a lifestyle I aspire to.

However, my parents would never agree to this, so I projected my expectations onto the characters in the book.

It just seems unfair to her.

Far away.

I will update a few more bonus chapters later.

Tell the story of the torturous love between Su Yu and Director Nie, a love story in which Director Nie suffers.

Then let's talk about the kitten's life in the mountains and its series of stories after coming to the human city, which can be considered the kitten's adventure.

Perhaps we'll also mention the mature and elegant woman, Su Jue, who never appears in the entire book.

If you're interested, you can subscribe and watch. If you're not interested, you can leave it as is. It's just a side story, and each part is a separate little story with a rather scattered structure, not really related to the main plot.

Finally, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to all the readers who have been reading my book. I will not mention their names, but I would like to thank a certain reader or book lover who wishes to remain anonymous.

As for my next book, there are quite a few things I want to write. In the early stages of writing this book, I had a good idea: science fiction. In the middle stages, I wanted to write fantasy and crime fiction. In the later stages, seeing the male protagonist writing history, I also wanted to give it a try.

But it's uncertain what the new book will be like when it comes out, so I won't say here. Let me think about it first.

That's all for now, thank you everyone.

The story is finished! Hooray!

Chapter 359 Extra One

I am a demon.

To be precise, she is a fox spirit. People have many misunderstandings about fox spirits. Whenever fox spirits are mentioned, the first thing that comes to mind is Daji, who caused chaos in the Shang Dynasty.

Then there are rows of thatched huts lit by candlelight, and in each hut there is a scholar reading by candlelight. These scholars may be down on their luck, or exceptionally talented, or handsome, or plain-looking.

What they had in common was that these scholars would inevitably hear some strange noises outside, or more directly, someone knocking on the door, on some night when they were studying diligently by candlelight.

Once you open the door to check, you will encounter a stunningly beautiful woman.

As for what happened next, people rarely think of it in a positive light. The scholars' fates were basically to have their souls stolen, their hearts ripped out, or their yang energy drained.

Since I came to the human world, all I have heard about fox demons along the way is this: in the mouths of humans, we fox demons are all things that bewitch people and are lewd and immoral.

I have many questions about this. I have never done anything, nor have I ever thought of doing these things, so why do people describe me this way?

I was puzzled and also quite angry, so I specifically asked a human, "Have you ever seen a fox demon?"

The man seemed taken aback by the question before honestly replying, "I have never seen it."

I asked him again, "Then why are you talking nonsense if you haven't seen it?"

The man pointed to the market ahead and said, "There's a storyteller in the market ahead who tells stories every day. We all came here because of him. If you want to listen, young lady, you'd better go early. If you go late, you'll only be able to stand at the back."

I let the man go and then went to the market he had mentioned to find the so-called storyteller.

Before I went there, I thought I had found the person who spread these rumors, but when I got there I found that he was just an ordinary human being, nothing special.

He was just a quick talker, and when surrounded by a group of people, he kept chattering away. Amid the gasps of the people around him, I grabbed the storyteller by the collar, lifted him into the air, and asked him where he heard these stories every day.

He stammered that it was from a book, but before I could ask what book it was or who wrote it, a hand grabbed my wrist.

I turned my head to look, and it was my older sister.

She pulled me out of the market, and on the way I asked her, "Aren't you angry that all these humans are talking badly about us?"

My sister didn't seem angry; she just said we were born at the wrong time.

I didn't quite understand what she meant. "What do you mean by 'missing the right time'? When would that be considered a good time?"

She said that the pre-Qin period was a good time, and that we fox spirits were auspicious creatures. No one spoke ill of us, and everyone worshipped us.

I don't know when the pre-Qin period was, or which year it was. I only know that it is now... I heard from those humans that it is the ninth year of the Zhenguan era.

Sometimes when people talk about this year, they'll add "Great Tang" in front of it. I originally thought it meant a lot of candy that could last a long time, but I later found out it wasn't.

"How far away is the pre-Qin period from us now?"

"Perhaps more than a thousand years, perhaps more than two thousand years."

My sister didn't seem to know either, and her answer was ambiguous, but I was still very surprised because I remembered that although my sister was older than me, she only took human form two or three hundred years earlier than me.

So how did she know about things from over a thousand years ago, or even over two thousand years ago?

She said, "From the book."

It's in the book again.

Those who say we fox demons are bad are in the books, and those who say we fox demons are good are also in the books.

So, is the book good or bad?

"You should read more books in the future. Humans record everything in books, and some books are good and some are bad."

My sister seemed to know what I was thinking; this is what she said at the time.

Later, I listened to my sister and tried to read like a human, but reading was a very boring thing, and there were many parts that I couldn't understand.

I asked my sister, but she just brushed me off, saying I'd understand after reading more. Later, when I met that person, I thought, maybe my sister didn't really understand back then either.

That person...

The Tang Dynasty was a very powerful era. Sometimes when I went out to buy food, I would hear people talking about how the emperor had sent a general named Li to conquer foreign lands.

As they talked, those humans seemed very proud, their eyes almost shining. I didn't understand why they were so happy, since the book said that people die in war.

Were the people of the Tang Dynasty not afraid of death?

Carrying the food I bought, I returned to my lodgings with some questions in my mind. I wanted to ask my sister as usual, but as soon as I got back, she told me not to go out recently because there were many more people from the mystical sects in the city.

I understand my sister's worries. There are many stories in the books about people from the Xuanmen sect. In these stories, these people are ruthless in their pursuit of exterminating us demons.

I am just a fox demon who has only recently taken human form. If I encounter them, I might be easily killed.

I listened to her and didn't dare to go out for many days, but later I couldn't resist anymore. I wanted to eat those pastries, those pastries drizzled with honey.

So I secretly ran out, and was discovered by several people from the Xuanmen sect.

I never hit them.

Strangely, they didn't kill me. Instead, they took me to a large courtyard, and that's where I met that person.

A young-looking man wearing a white robe was sitting at a large table, writing something with a pen. I glanced at him curiously, but couldn't understand what he was writing.

Then my gaze was drawn to the plate of pastries next to him. He looked up at me, then pointed to the plate of pastries.

I think this means I should eat it.

So I ate it.

It was delicious, better than any pastry I'd ever had before. Just as I was enjoying it, I suddenly heard him ask, "What kind of creature is this spirit made of?"

"..."

I was stunned. I thought there might still be crumbs of pastry on my lips, otherwise he wouldn't have taken out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me.

I took the handkerchief and wiped my mouth haphazardly, while thinking about how to answer his question.

I don't want to tell him that I am a fox spirit, or rather, why should I tell him?

You think you can bribe me with a piece of pastry?

Two pieces won't do either.

It should be at least three dollars, no, four dollars.

"Kill me if you want, I won't say a word." With that, I angrily threw the handkerchief onto the table and grabbed a few pieces of pastry to stuff into my mouth.

I think this must be the lair of those mystical sects. Once I'm here, there's absolutely no way I'll leave alive.

I've heard that humans get a last meal before they die, and these pastries are my last meal. I think it's worth it to be able to eat such delicious pastries before I die.

Upon hearing what I said, the man behind the desk seemed intrigued. He put down his brush, looked up, and asked, "When did I say I wanted to kill you?"

"If you're not going to kill me, then why did you bring me here?"