Shang Qi seemed out of sorts all day; Chuzheng placed her little paw on Shang Qi's forehead.
Shang Qi snapped back to reality, pulled Chuzheng's paw away, held it in his hand, and used his other hand to brush Little Cat's nose. "I'm not feverish. I'm fine."
Chuzheng: "..."
I think you're not doing too well.
The day passed in the blink of an eye. Shang Qi was somewhat reluctant to go to the bedroom, so he thumbed through a book in the study, but didn't read even a word.
Bang!
Shang Qi put down the book and got up and went to the bedroom.
He didn't dare show too much emotion. He chatted with Chuzheng normally for a bit, then held her as he turned off the lights and closed his eyes.
Soft fur brushed against his skin, tickling just slightly.
Perhaps because he didn't rest well last night, he accidentally fell asleep.
When Shang Qi woke up, he found the Little Cat in his arms had transformed into a person.
Shang Qi: "..."
It's really not an illusion.
