After Turning Into a Kitten, I Was Adopted by My Father-Figure Childhood Friend - Chapter 41

“Xing, You.”

“Xing, Youyou.”

The tall, stern man tightened his jaw, frost-like coldness seeming to seep through the gaps of his trembling eyelashes. He remained uncharacteristically silent, failing to interrogate the kitten about its whereabouts as he usually did.

As he stepped over the threshold into the house, he never once set the kitten down. His arms were locked around the kitten’s waist and neck like iron shackles, firm enough to prevent escape yet gentle enough to avoid causing pain.

Then, his cold eyes cast downward. His handsome face was clearly indifferent, yet when his gaze landed on the kitten, it betrayed a sense of restraint and helplessness. A strange flush of awkwardness even stained the tips of his ears.

Cat Song felt an inexplicable sense of dread. The fur along his spine stood up in sharp ridges, making him feel pricklish and restless. He would have preferred Lu Jingchuan to pinch his ears and coldly demand why he had run out again. As the Great King of Cats, he could naturally go wherever he pleased, and he would have fiercely snapped back, using his sharp teeth to teach this fellow a lesson.

But not like this. Not like this.

The little calico covered its mouth in thought. Its pointed ears drooped timidly as if sensing danger, and its usually high-arching, swaying tail hung submissively against the man’s arm, clinging softly to him.

Cat Song thought left and right, scratching his head and ears, but the situation was so bizarre he could not make heads or tails of it. His skin crawled. He began kneading the man’s clothes with his claws, busying himself by pawing at the man’s chest to act as though he were preoccupied.

“Ah, this chest is so big. No, I mean, this big mess is so dirty. No, no.”

As Cat Song dawdled with his head down, he suddenly felt his body lift. He was respectfully placed onto the sofa by a pair of hands. Lu Jingchuan sat cross-legged on the floor, lowering his head to look deeply at the cat with his dark, profound eyes. Those ink-black eyes clearly reflected the kitten’s image. The kitten’s snowy fur shimmered with a soft glow, looking as holy as if it had been plated in light.

The two patches of sunset-colored fur on its face drifted like clouds, their edges blurred with a golden hue that made one feel an instinctive warmth. It was impossible not to want to reach out and stroke that sacred fur with longing, until consumed by the most wonderful texture in the world.

Lu Jingchuan leaned forward, placing his hands respectfully on the edge of the sofa. Stripping away all pretenses of coldness and indifference, he closed his eyes with pious tenderness and kissed the kitten’s pointed ear.

The kiss was as light as a mist. The soft ear even twitched in confusion. The fine, vibrating hairs brushed gently against the man’s lips, warm and fuzzy. The moment he felt that warmth, the man opened his eyes. His throat moved as his thirsty gaze nearly swallowed the kitten whole.

Youyou is a kitten. He is the kitten that Xingxing turned into. The cutest kitten in the world.

This realization made his breathing quicken. His normally taciturn lips let out a breath of hot air. He felt as if the fur from those twitching ears had burrowed into his heart, vibrating incessantly, scratching at his chest until it was burning with unbearable itching.

“Youyou.”

The man’s voice was incredibly soft. He kept his eyes lowered, his hands cautiously exploring the kitten’s body, carefully avoiding any private areas. But the kitten was a small, round ball in his palms, feeling as light as a cloud. Lu Jingchuan was terrified that any strength would crush him. When the kitten’s tail flicked impatiently against the back of his hand, his breath hitched. It took a long time before he could stumble through the next step.

Xingxing’s tail is so soft. His belly is soft too. Is it really okay for it to be this soft? He smells so good. Xingxing has a fragrant kitten scent, like a Teddy bear that has been dried in the sun, sweet and milky. Is it because he has been drinking fresh milk?

Song Xingyou was unnerved by the man’s sudden change in attitude. He flicked his tail irritably as the man’s hand moved from the scruff of his neck to his back. A strange, unprecedented numbness suddenly surged through him. Just as Lu Jingchuan had realized the kitten in his hands was more than a kitten, Cat Song suddenly realized the fellow in front of him was more than just an annoying pooper-scooper.

This realization spread through his limbs like a rapidly growing vine. Before it could bloom or bear fruit, he could not see it clearly; he only felt that the fingers on his back possessed an overwhelming presence. He involuntarily held his breath, unconsciously following the movement of those fingers. Along the spine, from the neck, slowly, slowly sliding down to the tailbone, and then gently brushing past the base of the tail.

Song Xingyou suddenly shuddered. Before he could react, the man recoiled with an even greater reaction, straightening his torso and mysteriously turning his head away to cover the lower half of his face.

Cat Song: “?”

What is the meaning of this? What do you mean?

Song Xingyou’s eyes widened in disbelief. He sniffed his arm and his paw, instantly becoming furious. He “meowed” his accusation: “Are you disgusted by me? Why are you covering your nose?”

Abominable! He clearly only smelled like a kitten! A soft, warm kitten scent!

Cat Song felt deep indignation. This strong emotion overrode the strangeness of the situation. He scrambled up, standing on his hind legs with his paws on his hips, and scolded fiercely: “Meow meow meow!”

Ah, Xingxing is so fierce.

Lu Jingchuan took the kitten’s scolding. His gaze inevitably drifted from the soft, white, round belly to the upright, pointed ears. The ears are shaking, like snow falling from a branch. So cute.

Lu Jingchuan felt a heat in his nose. Countless words of praise flooded his mind. He could not help but lift his phone, pointing the camera at the kitten. He had to record this! Lu Jingchuan knew deep down that if he missed this, he would regret it for the rest of his life. He raised the phone!

The little calico’s pupils shook with shock. Its tail bristled into a feather duster with anger. It swept its tail across the back of the man’s hand, fur exploding in rage, and charged forward with a headbutt.

“Record, record, record! All you know how to do is record! If you have nothing to do, go open a can for me!”

You damned annoying person!

Song Xingyou: “Wait, something seems wrong.”

The moment the little calico fiercely headbutted the human, his body suddenly stretched out. With the momentum, he crashed into the man’s chest. The panicked “meows” were instantly replaced by a clear, youthful male voice.

“Ah! Lu Jingchuan, save me! Save me!”

“Bang!” Lu Jingchuan reached out to cushion the youth. Both of them tumbled over, and the phone slid across the carpet a long distance away.

Song Xingyou’s eyelashes trembled nervously. His clean, beautiful face was full of fear. He clenched his hands tightly against his chest, unconsciously grabbing the man’s collar in the crisis, burrowing into the man’s embrace with trust. The man’s hand protected his waist, the tight grip providing an indescribable sense of security. The youth, who still had cat ears on his head, peeked open one eye. Seeing that he was not in pain, he immediately pricked his ears up proudly and shook them back and forth.

“It does not hurt! It does not hurt!”

Song Xingyou sat up smugly, stroking his tail with one hand and carefully unwinding it from the man’s thigh loop by loop.

“Don’t be scared, don’t be scared.”

He hugged the tail and blew on it. The tail, refusing to follow orders, insisted on wrapping around the man’s thigh. The man’s solid leg muscles were clearly defined by the tightly wrapped tail. In that tense moment, the muscles and the cat tail seemed to tighten like a single string.

Song Xingyou was completely unaware of how dangerous his current position was. He sat with a curved waist, boldly exposing his smooth, beautiful back to the man. His chest was half-leaning against the man’s legs as he breathed gentle, comforting air onto his tail. He coaxed and coaxed until he finally got the disobedient tail down. He was so happy that the corners of his mouth turned up. He wiggled his bottom restlessly and turned his head to show off his tail to the man.

“What’s wrong with you?” Cat Song asked, confused. Why does he feel so stiff?

The man’s throat bobbed. His shadowed, restrained gaze swept over the youth’s round bottom sitting on his lower abdomen. When he looked up, he was nearly stung by the flecks of pink against the snowy skin. His expression was heavy. He took several deep, shaky breaths before finally, unable to bear it any longer, he grabbed his own clothes and pulled them over the youth.

His movement was sudden. As the man thrust his waist forward to sit up, Song Xingyou nearly fell. He was blocked by the man’s braced legs, becoming firmly sandwiched between the man’s chest and thighs.

His ear tips instantly turned red. He watched with wide eyes as the man yanked the hem of his shirt upward. The powerful, rippling muscles of the man’s waist and shoulders exerted force together.

Song Xingyou swallowed nervously. “You, you, what do you want to do?”

He is not going to hit me, is he? Dammit, he is in such good shape. His abs are so tight, his pecs are so big, his shoulders are so wide.

Fine, in three seconds, Lu Jingchuan will have to kneel and beg me. Beg me not to die.

A brainstorm swirled in Song Xingyou’s head. His fixed gaze was nailed to the man. The next second, everything went dark. Is Lu Jingchuan trying to smother me?

The clothes covering his face were pulled down past his chest. Song Xingyou’s head emerged, looking messy. His face was flushed red as he belatedly felt a bit of awkwardness.

Oh, humans need to wear clothes. Having been a cat for over half a month, he had forgotten about wearing clothes. And Lu Jingchuan was a man just like him. Haha, there is nothing wrong with being shirtless between rivals, right?

Song Xingyou curled his lips. His eyes sparkled as he stretched his neck. A section of his snowy, slender neck peeked out from the overly large collar, like a branch of apricot blossoms peeking over a wall. He pouted, acting smug yet timid as he gave a fierce warning: “I am telling you, if you dare to lay a hand on me, I will…”

The man grabbed his left hand and tucked it into the sleeve. He cooperated by reaching out his right hand and continued: “I will have my friends beat you up together! We will gang up on you!”

That should scare him!

He tilted his chin. Messy hair hung over his eyes, and there were pink marks on his face from being smothered. His gaze was proud and flamboyant. When he spoke, his eyes were bright, and his voice carried the sticky, soft habit of a kitten. After finishing his threat, he let out a little “hmph,” the end note rising like a small hook.

Lu Jingchuan only looked at him with a deep gaze. His palm suddenly clamped onto the youth’s slender thigh. The soft thigh was squeezed by the man’s knuckles, creating a visible indentation in the flesh.

His throat moved. The next second, the smug, beautiful youth seemed to realize something. His eyes widened in shock, and a pink cloud instantly spread from his collar to his face, even turning his ears red.

“You, you…”

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