At 3 a.m., the landmines in front of the station

Seeing his anxious expression now, it's almost certain that another cat is in danger.

As expected, he said calmly:

"It's nothing, I just have this feeling that Miya has been kidnapped by bad guys. Maybe it's just my imagination."

"..."

An Qing sighed inwardly.

I think Su Che still cares too much about the cats' lives.

It even affected his own life to some extent.

From an objective and rational perspective, it's clear that he is a very competent cat owner.

He treats all the cats very well; you could describe it as "attentive to every single one of them."

Moreover, besides domestic cats, he would also feed stray cats, wild cats, and kittens from other areas that stray cats brought along by their friends, without any regard for the "serious consequences" of the cats sticking to him after feeding them.

Now, he's reached the point where he wants to know exactly where the other kittens live and how they're doing each day...

Is this correct?

The sense of threat is still growing.

But An Qing knew that changing his mind was not something that could be done today.

Any wrong step you take will cause your progress to regress rapidly.

This is not a joke, nor is it a drill.

An Qing has come to realize that she is trapped in a cursed cycle where "any movement will lead to death."

This mysterious force field has enveloped me in the last few days.

Even if he gave it his all and performed a great show, there was still an even more powerful and unparalleled Bai Chu suppressing him.

This caused all the light that shone forth to be obscured.

Is this reasonable?

Must my efforts be buried in the earth?

[Is it true that if I ever perform exceptionally well, some celestial being will come to suppress me and deliberately prevent them from seeing my hard work?]

He barely complimented me today, didn't hug me, and even his usual level 1 head pat was canceled. I... feel neglected.

An Qing felt extremely wronged.

Looking at the person whose gaze was still fixed on the other cats,

He leaned forward, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.

Su Che originally wanted to contact Miya immediately to hear the truth.

But Jiang Nai said that the kitten was taking a bath and told him to rest assured, unless he wanted to see the kitten bathing in the water.

Su Che blushed and was forced to end the chat.

I lay back down on the pillow, turned to my right, and saw my cat staring at me pitifully in the moonlight, its aggrieved expression almost palpable. I couldn't help but ask in surprise:

"What's wrong, Anqing?"

"nothing."

"What's wrong?"

"It's just... I feel like you don't like me anymore."

"what."

Upon hearing this, Su Che fell into deep thought.

Regarding the question of "whether I like it or not", simply looking at it, I definitely have a good impression of it, and my affection for the house cat can definitely be called "liking".

The problem is that house cats are the type that become more clingy the nicer you treat them.

The more clingy she is, the more dependent she becomes on you, and you can't do anything at all; progress comes to a complete standstill.

In the end, she'll sit right on your face, making you lose all vision and fall into a spell of pleasure, completely losing your mind.

Su Che understood this principle well—

There is no compromise when it comes to An Qing.

I chose to leave her, and what was the result?

She had been following him for two years, and then she ambushed him at his home.

I've already reasoned with her, telling her that I have important things to do and that some things can't be rushed.

But her needs seemed to have overwhelmed her reason.

Moreover, her desire for emotional value is growing day by day. If I don't praise her, she will fall into endless self-isolation, leading to a vicious cycle.

【well. 】

Su Che is also under a lot of pressure.

With a formidable enemy looming ahead and September approaching, the number of cats is increasing, and the band is starting up.

Any event, when it happens to an ordinary person, is like a mountain pressing down on them, capable of draining all their energy.

Su Che single-handedly shouldered all the burdens and also tried his best to provide the cats with the care they craved, which was beyond the scope of the "Bad Water Technique".

"I know, Cheche. I'll take care of myself."

Before he could say anything, An Qing turned her head away, her face turned towards the window, and lay down on her side.

Uncharacteristically, she didn't ask for comfort, and instead expanded the distance between them from a negative one to the kind of chasm-like distance that existed when she first came home.

Su Che frowned, squinted at her body, and looked at the glass window.

The girl's face was glistening with tears on the window's reflection.

-

……

Three o'clock in the morning.

Yuan Xiao finished washing up while humming a little tune. She was planning to practice the new song about 10 times, then lie down happily and play on her phone until she fainted and fell asleep.

Just as they were about to begin, An Qing sent a distress message via Fetion.

"Ok?"

She unlocked the screen and took a closer look—

[Yuan Xiao, I feel so bad. I want to...I want to go for a walk tomorrow. Are you free?]

"what?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiao asked, "What's going on?"

Why does my house cat look so fragile?

He was startled and asked repeatedly:

"What's wrong with you! Did A-Che bully you? Or did the goddess sister bully you? Or did some other cat bully you? Come on, tell me, I'll give you some advice!"

although,

Yuan Xiao's little brain has never been able to come up with any useful ideas.

But her enthusiasm remained consistent every time.

Every message I send gets a response, and each one provides a significant amount of emotional value.

Because the little bird is full of energy, even a gloomy person like Su Che can be infected by it.

"Not really..."

An Qing stammered as she typed, "I was just being delusional, thinking he liked me so much. Actually, it seems I was putting pressure on him. I... I have nothing that would make him like me. I've already..."

"Ah, I understand."

Yuan Xiao interrupted her halfway through reading.

He asserted, "You're insane."

"...?"

The little bird shook its head and sighed, saying with disappointment:

"You're being really lame! You're giving people the impression that you're about to give up, you know that?"

You've already moved into A-Che's house, touched his bed, and crawled into his blankets, how can you still have the idea of ​​backing out?

If you feel you can't do it, then you can give it to me.

How about we switch places? I'll experience your life, and you experience my spacious, empty house.

"Let me tell you, my house is a mansion, you can stay here as much as you like. Hmm?"

"........."

Faced with the child's sarcasm, the cat felt as if it had swallowed a mouthful of bitter coffee, difficult to swallow and astringent.

Indeed, in the eyes of outsiders, being able to stay at Su Che's house was tantamount to the first victory in a battle, forcefully pushing the progress to 80%.

However, it is precisely this 80% that highlights how difficult the remaining 20% ​​is to push forward.

Generally speaking, eating on the first day of check-in is what An Qing envisions as her "ideal vision".

To make the meal more comfortable, I took a long bath that night, used the most expensive makeup products, applied moisturizer and serum, sprayed on a sweet-smelling product that I would never normally use, and even went to a beauty salon the day before for hair removal and whitening.

A lot of money was invested.

In return, he slept on the sofa.

"Ugh..."

The girl's grievances were palpable on the screen.

Seeing that she wasn't even arguing with him anymore, Yuan Xiao finally realized that the house cat's core component was severely damaged.

It wasn't just a casual chat or a few messages every now and then.