May 7th.
Tuanzi followed Zhou Li to Old Master Ma's courtyard.
On the way there, she initially walked on her own, never getting lost or running away—a trait superior to most cats, earning the envy of passersby. But she kept flirting with flowers and butterflies, and even worse, seducing young ladies.
Those young ladies were no match for this mischievous cat!
After Zhou Li had firmly rejected two young ladies' friend requests on Tuanzi's behalf, he couldn't bear it any longer and picked her up.
"It's a very old house," she said, examining the old buildings that formed a courtyard, her eyes sparkling. "A long, long time ago, Lord Dumpling also lived in this kind of house, though it wasn't this tall."
"A siheyuan?"
"Four courtyards, yes, yes, yes!" Tuanzi's speech was muddled, but she nodded vigorously.
"Come down."
