I Am Being Raised by a Cat - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

The leopard moved swiftly. Fearing he might be thrown off, the youth clung tightly to the leopard’s neck in fright.

Sprinting into the room took only an instant.

The leopard lowered its body, placing the youth down on the small rug, and leaned in, wanting to lick the youth’s cheek.

Cheng Yue quickly dodged. “Ah Shang, if you keep doing this, I’m really going to be angry.”

Unconsciously, he called out the intimate name from before.

Sure enough, the leopard stopped its movements.

Cheng Yue retreated several steps, terrified that this leopard would push its luck and lean in again. He took a deep breath, thinking it was unrealistic to try and kick the leopard out again, so he could only intentionally pull a long face. “If you’re going to sleep, you can only sleep on the small rug.”

The leopard obediently lay down, looking quite lazy.

Seeing this, Cheng Yue felt a slight sense of relief. He stared at the leopard warily for a few moments before getting up to go to the bathroom.

Across the door, the sound of splashing water rang out.

The leopard, who had been lethargic just a second ago, perked up instantly. He stood up and strolled slowly toward the bathroom.

In truth, he couldn’t see anything.

Moreover, perhaps because he knew someone was outside, Cheng Yue didn’t even hum a tune; it was so quiet inside that only the sound of water could be heard.

The leopard’s nose pressed against the crack of the door, sniffing hard in an attempt to catch a hint of the scent belonging to the youth.

Finally, he caught that familiar scent—a very faint sweetness, surging into his nasal cavity strand by strand.

In his urgency, the leopard wanted to stuff his entire head through the crack of the door.

Suddenly, the door was swung open with a huo.

The youth and the leopard stood face-to-face.

Having just showered, Cheng Yue’s body still carried dampness, and his hair was still a bit wet. Whether it was from the steam or from being angered by the leopard, his cheeks were somewhat flushed.

The youth’s eyes were wide and round. “What are you doing here?”

The leopard retreated two steps guiltily.

Cheng Yue huffed and walked past the leopard into the room. A perfectly fierce leopard was currently as well-behaved as a kitten, following behind the youth step by step.

Cheng Yue acted as if he didn’t see him, applied some face cream, and prepared to get into bed and sleep.

Just as he lifted the blanket to lie down, a large head approached the bedside.

Cheng Yue was a bit numb tonight.

In the pitch-black environment, golden eyes stared straight at him. Cheng Yue endured it, then couldn’t help but try to push the leopard’s large head away.

It didn’t budge.

The youth fell silent for two seconds, rolled over, and turned his back to the leopard.

The leopard hesitated, but eventually withdrew his head and didn’t disturb the youth’s sleep.

But in the end, it seemed he couldn’t resist.

The leopard’s large head burrowed into the blanket. At this moment, the youth was already fast asleep. Because his sleeping posture was irregular, his two legs were slightly apart, and the leopard’s large head squeezed into the gap. Through a thin layer of fabric, he pressed against that spot, his nose sniffing diligently.

Just at this moment, the youth rolled over, and his two slender legs happened to clamp right onto the leopard’s head.

The entire leopard froze, not daring to move an inch.

Perhaps because having something stuck between his legs was uncomfortable, the youth whimpered a few times and kicked uncomfortably with his feet. He happened to kick right onto the leopard’s body. The youth’s foot was right by his mouth; the leopard leaned in and licked it with his tongue. Finally, he willingly served as a footstool for the person, curling up at the foot of the bed and falling asleep.

…

Cheng Yue slept quite comfortably this night. His body was warm and cozy, especially his feet, which felt as if they were stepping on a cream cake—soft and almost sinking in.

Only, this cream cake seemed to have thorns; the soles of his feet felt a bit of stinging pain.

The dreams throughout the night were bizarre and grotesque. When he woke up the next morning, Cheng Yue sat on the bed for several seconds to recover.

Wait, what was on his foot?

Cheng Yue suddenly felt something was wrong. He blinked and experimentally stepped down.

It was a different sensation from the dream.

It was a bit soft, but when he stepped down hard, it was firm. Hmm? What was this? Chocolate beans?

The youth rubbed it with his toes.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a man’s muffled groan, followed by a hoarse voice, “Yue Yue, don’t play around.”

Cheng Yue’s eyes widened, looking like he’d seen a ghost.

He watched with his own eyes as a man sat up from the foot of the bed. Two red spots stood up on his pectoral muscles—likely from being kicked just now.

Cheng Shang hadn’t slept for such a long time in ages.

From the day Cheng Yue went missing, the man had never slept a full night. He smoked and drank excessively, and had undergone some treatments, but none of it was useful.

Until the youth returned to his side.

But Cheng Yue was extremely distant toward him, with defensiveness, timidity, and even a constant desire to leave his side.

A surge of irritable anxiety rose in the man’s heart again, like a predator that has locked onto its prey only to see it eagerly trying to escape. Yet, while he had a hundred methods, he was unwilling to use even one on Cheng Yue.

But last night, he had simply curled up at the youth’s feet. Perhaps the space was small, and perhaps sleeping at the foot of the bed wasn’t comfortable, but his body felt very heavy—as if he had returned to twenty years ago, in that not-so-large rental apartment, when he was always snuggled up beside the youth.

He had slept a very deep sleep until being kicked awake by the youth. He sat up with a bare chest, his voice still a bit hoarse. “What’s wrong, Yue Yue?”

“You! You!” Cheng Yue was so angry he nearly fainted. He said indignantly, “Who allowed you on the bed?”

The man was left speechless by the scolding.

People outside certainly wouldn’t know that Governor Cheng has to get scolded even for sleeping in bed at home.

He rolled over and sat up, but as soon as he rose, a pillow slammed into his face.

The youth stood on the bed, gritting his teeth. “Pervert! You aren’t even wearing clothes!!”

Cheng Shang raised an eyebrow slightly. “Transformation is just like this; there’s no way to wear clothes. Moreover, we’re both men, and besides, is there anywhere on my body you haven’t seen?”

Cheng Yue was nearly burning up; every pore of his body was radiating heat. Yet, at this moment, he was clumsy with words and couldn’t say anything else. He could only stare at the man in anger, but as he stared, his gaze couldn’t help but drift downward.

Heavens.

How! How could it be so big?! It’s too terrifying.

The youth swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his eyes wide and round.

Is this even a human?!

Noticing Cheng Yue’s gaze, the man stopped picking up his clothes and spoke in a slow, leisurely tone, “What’s wrong? Haven’t you seen one before?”

“What are you talking about?!” Cheng Yue glared at him with a red face. “As if I don’t have one too.”

Cheng Shang nodded. “Then let me see yours.”

“…”

The man’s tone was natural. “You looked at mine, so I’ll look at yours. That would be fair, right?”

Who wants to be fair about this kind of thing!!!!

The youth retreated several steps, looking at Cheng Shang warily and pulling hard on his own pants. “Don’t come over! I’m not letting you see!!”

Cheng Shang narrowed his eyes, licking the corner of his mouth unwillingly.

Looking at the youth, he could guess—it would likely be very delicate, not ferocious and terrifying like his own. It would be incredibly cute to play with in his hands.