Which good-tempered cat can go to the lakeside to catch fish every day? Even if its own leg is broken by the fish's flapping, it still fiercely wants to bite the other party to death...
Going against the grain of petting a cat?
Xu Chang'an believes that even if he did it, Xiaohua would still reluctantly nuzzle him, let alone Yun Qian, a stranger.
So, the happenings in this room are absolutely not as harmonious as they appear.
Xu Chang'an gently picked up Xiaohua from Yun Qian's lap and smoothed down Xiaohua's fur, which had been ruffled by Yun Qian: "Miss, petting a cat isn't supposed to be done against the grain. It's because this little guy is not in a good state today, so it didn't bite you."
"..." Yun Qian said, "I don't understand these things."
This little fellow seemed to want to bite her earlier, and indeed directed malice toward her.
But because of the name Xu Xiaohua, Yun Qian ignored the malice.
