Transmigrated Into A Scumbag Alpha Who Only Wants To Cuddle With Cat Omega - Chapter 13

“You’re so naughty.”

“Why… why did you hit me?”

These two sentences froze Song Ran for a moment before she finally dared to confirm—

Her beautiful little kitten couldn’t even handle a 5-degree alcoholic drink.

Hearing no response, the little drunkard on the sofa grew even more upset.

Her curled eyelashes, as dark as crow feathers, trembled slightly as she groaned, her cheeks flushed crimson. “It hurts so much.”

Song Ran sat beside her, smoothing her skirt. “It’s all my fault for being so naughty. I’m sorry, Sang Wu.”

“It’s just… it’s just that you’re so naughty,” Sang Wu mumbled dazedly, her words slurring. “I hate you.”

Song Ran didn’t take Sang Wu’s irritation to heart. She never expected such a short time together could change Sang Wu’s opinion.

Thinking this, she asked gently, “Would you like some hangover soup? Or do you want to sleep?”

As soon as she finished speaking, the Omega, who had been burying her face in a pillow, immediately sat up. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, and her cheeks were flushed crimson. She declared firmly, “I’m not drunk.”

To prove her words, she turned to face Song Ran earnestly, blinking her eyes. “You’re a bad guy.”

“Mm, I’m a bad guy.”

“…No…” A hint of hurt crept into her voice as she murmured, “You’re not her.”

Song Ran froze.

“She… she would never take me out.” Her expression turned sorrowful, her eyes reddening. “She would only hit me.”

The vintage azure dress, which accentuated her jade-like complexion, now framed her flushed nose, eyes, and cheeks, making her appear even more vulnerable and lovely.

Song Ran pondered Sang Wu’s words. She wondered if they were the literal ramblings of a drunk, or a glimpse into the true feelings buried deep within Sang Wu’s heart.

Had Sang Wu noticed?

The kitten, her fur glistening with moisture like raindrops on pear blossoms, was right in front of Song Ran. She couldn’t help but wonder what Sang Wu would look like if she took advantage of her drunken state and put a cat hairband on her.

It would definitely be adorable.

But she wasn’t that mischievous. Instead, she coaxed Sang Wu gently, “Didn’t you say it yourself? The old Song Ran was a jerk. Jerks deserve punishment. If Sang Wu is still mad, let’s get our revenge now, okay?”

Hearing this, Sang Wu immediately covered her eyes, then loosened her grip slightly to peek at her through her fingers. Her mischievous expression was just like a kitten about to start causing trouble.

“No,” she mumbled hoarsely. “You’re not her.”

“Then who am I?” A calm tone hid the barely perceptible tension beneath.

The tipsy little kitten tilted her head to study her, her misty, almond-shaped eyes shimmering. She frowned slightly and said earnestly, “You’re… you’re Little Flower.”

Song Ran smiled. “Who’s Little Flower?”

Sang Wu’s lips curved at the mention of her favorite subject. “Little Flower is just Little Flower. She often comes to play in the garden. She’s so cute.”

The faint dimples at the corners of Sang Wu’s smiling lips caught Song Ran’s attention, drawing her gaze back for a few extra glances.

“Mmm,” Sang Wu suddenly leaned closer, her slender index finger gently touching Song Ran’s red lips. “No, Little Flower, Little Flower isn’t this chubby.” She trailed her finger upward from her lips, along her nose, past the corners of her eyes, and finally rested it between Song Ran’s eyebrows.

“So you’re…” she corrected herself with effort, “you’re Big Flower.”

Hearing these childlike words from Sang Wu’s mouth, Song Ran found it utterly adorable and couldn’t help but chuckle.

Suppressing her laughter, she gently took Sang Wu’s hand. “Alright, if you say so. Go rest for a while. When you wake up, have your meal and then take your medicine.”

Sang Wu nodded obediently, not pulling her hand away.

Unable to resist, Song Ran used her free hand to tousle Sang Wu’s fluffy hair. “Our Sang Wu is so cute.”

“Ugly,” Sang Wu said, her face crumpling into a sad expression. “They all say I stink.”

“Who?”

“Lots of people.” She counted them earnestly. “Mom, my brother, my classmates… so many people.”

A prickling pain stabbed at Song Ran’s heart.

Song Ran led Sang Wu to her room, walking so close that she could almost catch the faint scent of orange blossom on her. She kept smiling, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. “You don’t stink at all. Their noses must be broken.”

Once inside the room, Sang Wu couldn’t hold back her tears any longer.

Song Ran opened Sang Wu’s hand, wiping away the large tears with effort, and nodded earnestly. “Mm-hmm, Sang Wu isn’t smelly at all.”

Her tear-streaked face left Song Ran at a loss. She could handle Sang Wu’s usual aloof demeanor, but seeing her cry was unbearable. The glistening pearls that fell from her eyes, like autumn waters, didn’t land on the floor—they struck Song Ran’s heart. This little kitten was just too adorable.

“Don’t cry anymore, okay?” Song Ran said, grabbing Sang Wu’s wrist and wiping her tears with a clean tissue. She teased gently, “If you keep crying, the monsters outside the window will come.”

Sang Wu immediately stopped sobbing. She bit her lip, her voice muffled through tear-filled eyes. “Okay, I’ll be good.”

A warm, tingling sensation spread through Song Ran’s body as she was once again captivated by this endearingly clueless little kitten.

After tossing the used tissue into the tiny trash bin, she led the suddenly obedient “drunk” kitten into the bathroom. She soaked a face cloth, wrung it out, and was about to hand it to Sang Wu when the little girl instinctively leaned forward.

Considering the noticeable height difference between them, Sang Wu gently tiptoed and whispered softly, “To wipe my face.”

She closed her eyes, waiting for Song Ran to wipe her face.

Song Ran smiled brightly, her radiant smile making the warm light of the bathroom fixture seem dim in comparison. She took in Sang Wu’s expression as she carefully wiped her face, her movements as gentle as if she were handling a priceless treasure.

“Done. Open your eyes.”

Sang Wu obediently opened her eyes. “Are you going to help me bathe?”

Song Ran paused in the motion of draping the towel. “We’ll bathe tonight.”

Sang Wu didn’t press the matter, changing the subject. “I’m a little tired.”

“Hmm?” Song Ran guided her out of the bathroom without another word. As they approached the wardrobe, Sang Wu dashed inside and pulled out a nightgown. “I don’t seem to have the energy. Could you help me change?”

The lingering warmth from touching Kitten’s porcelain cheek in the bathroom earlier still lingered on her fingertips. That flickering spark, on the verge of dying out, crept up her fingers, gradually eroding her resolve.

Unbeknownst to her, a torrential rainstorm had erupted outside.

The autumn wind, carrying the scent of rain, rushed through the cracks of the window. As her rational mind fought against the encroaching haze, Song Ran jolted back to reality.

She took the nightgown and said softly, “Sang Wu, are you still a little kid?”

“Hmm?” Sang Wu blinked, puzzled.

“Only little kids let others help them get dressed,” Song Ran said, leaning down and poking Sang Wu’s dimpled chin. “You have to dress yourself.”

Her expression gradually turned sulky. “Okay, I’ll do it myself.”

“Mm.”

Song Ran sat on the sofa, a little worried, waiting for the little drunkard to come out of the bathroom.

The moment the bathroom door opened, her eyes swept over Sang Wu. The nightgown revealed Sang Wu’s figure, hidden beneath her loose pajamas. Dark hair framed fair skin, delicate shoulders sloped to soft curves, and the slit in the black skirt revealed slender legs.

In a daze, Song Ran suddenly realized this was her own nightgown.

Noticing her gaze, the drunk Sang Wu suddenly blushed.

She quickly walked to the bed and burrowed under the covers, leaving only her fuzzy little head visible. “Good… good night.”

“Wrong,” Song Ran corrected leisurely. “It’s good afternoon.”

The person on the bed flushed even redder and buried her head deeper. “Okay, then… good afternoon.”

This endearing sight made Song Ran reluctant to leave. She sat on the sofa, feeling helpless as she thought—

What should I do?

She seemed genuinely charmed by Sang Wu’s cuteness.

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