“Meow meow meow—” Frustration. I forgot I can’t speak human language. What should I do?
“What does the kitten want to say?”
The beautiful man lifted me up, looking me directly in the eyes with a passionate gaze.
I meowed and waved my paws, hoping he would understand my “sign language.” He still looked confused but smiled brightly. Then it hit me—I can write!
“Meow—” I gestured for him to put me down.
“Hm? What does the kitten want to say?” he asked, still holding me.
Frustrated by his slowness, I decided to resort to biting.
“Ah—” There, I’ve landed successfully!
Using my paw, I wrote on the ground. My characters looked crooked, but with a close look, they were recognizable. After writing, I bit the beautiful man’s boot to get his attention.
He stared for a long time, shaking his head. I meowed angrily, urging him to examine my writing.
After a while, he asked, “Is this character ‘beautiful’?”
I nodded vigorously. Great, this is my first step in communicating with humans!
The beautiful man looked surprised, his eyes wide open. Embarrassed, I turned my head away.
Turning back, I looked at the beautiful man close at hand, and my little lustful heart rose again.
“Ah—” The beautiful man stumbled back, looking at me incredulously. He was mostly embarrassed. Ouyang Wuchen, who was 224 years old, had actually been kissed by a cat.
I buried my head in my paws, afraid he’d hit me, but my wagging tail betrayed my pride.
Ouyang Wuchen glanced at me and smiled self-deprecatingly. Just a little cat, yet he was so shocked. His mental cultivation was indeed not enough.
“Are these remaining characters also words?” The beautiful man smiled, truly stunning. I swallowed and nodded blankly.
“Let me see.” The beautiful man returned to his focus, gesturing and mumbling.
It took a long time, so long I almost fell asleep.
“Kitten, kitten, did you write: Beautiful man, what is your surname?” Ouyang Wuchen was excited, grabbing and shaking me.
I nodded in my daze.
“How magical, to actually meet a cat that can write! Huh? Beautiful man, what is your surname?!” Ouyang Wuchen raised his voice, looking at me in disbelief.
“Xiaoxin—Xiaoxin—” The beautiful man Ouyang Wuchen’s voice echoed through the mountain forest.
