The feeling came very suddenly, and yet... it was very strange.
It was like when you're feeling all cool and clean over your whole body, and suddenly a bucket of sticky, stinking swill that reeks of rancid grease gets knocked over not far away, and then that swill starts spreading rapidly in your direction, about to splash onto your boots.
It stirred up an instinctive sense of disgust and repulsion, along with the anxiety and restlessness dragged along by those emotions.
Lann practically jolted upright with a shiver, the soft grass beneath him scraping out a short, sharp "shff" at his sudden movement.
"Meow-woo?"
The Rong Buqiu, who had been lazily sprawled on its back on Lann's belly, was instantly flung to the ground. The little cat rolled over, and tiny bits of grass ended up stuck to its small triangular ears.
When it came to a stop on the grass, it looked at its boss in puzzlement, not understanding what was going on.
